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It may be well to state that all the inci- 
dents told in this little story of the life of 
Neptune are strictly true. 



WAS lying down very cosily in front 
of the drawing-room fire, my nose 
upon my paws, in thorough enjoy- 
ment of a state of half-dreamy con- 
sciousness, when I was suddenly roused 
from my reverie by hearing my mis- 
tress exclaim — 

' Biographies and Autobiographies! I am sick 
of them all. It is the vice of the day that every- 
body rushes into print, and so all the absurdi- 
ties that Mr. Smith has committed, and all the 
twaddling nonsense that Mrs. Brown has talked, 
is given to the world as if it was matter of 
the deepest interest. Now, if Neptune could 


write his life, it would be a very different mat- 
ter. He really would have something to tell 
worth listening to.' 

At this I pricked up my ears ; no wonder. 
My mistress continued — 

* Only look at that dog ; I am quite sure he 
understands every word that I say.' 

Of course I did. 

* Yes, Nep,' she repeated, ' I say it advisedly : 
if you could write your life, you dear, good, old 
doggie, it would be a charming book — a book 
worth reading.' 

* A charming book ! A book worth reading ! ' 
Dear me, these were very pleasant-sounding 
words. ' I could not get them out of my head. 
I tried to compose myself again upon my paws, 
but it was no good : sleep had gone from me* 
Visions of my past life floated slowly before 
my eyes : pleasures long since forgotten, sorrows 
passed away ; faults for which I have suffered, 
virtues^ for which I have been praised. 

Back with the vividness of yesterday came 
the events of years gone by, and with them 
came the thought — 

* What if my mistress should be right ? What 
if I could honestly retrace the story of the past ; 
who knows but that in following out the events 
of my life, unmarked though they have been by 


any hairbreadth escapes or sensational adven- 
tures, yet still some might be interested in the 
still life-pictures of the quiet tale,— some even 
be the better for my story ? 

Should I try ? Why not ? 

Reader, this is how the book came to be 
written. It rests with you to judge its merits. 


^N my father's side I come of an old 
and noble family, his ancestors hav- 
ing been considered for many hun- 
dred years past as being amongst 
the best bred dogs in Newfoundland. 
He was himself bom in that country, 
but came to England" when he was quite a 
puppy. Possibly this may account for his 
having lost something of that exclusiveness 
for which our family have always been re- 
markable, and which has led them to imitate 
the example of certain royal families, and re- 
fuse to marry except with their own near 
kith and kin. Be that as it may, my father 
allowed his affections to get the better of his 
pride, and formed a matrimonial connexion with 
my beloved mother, a dog who was far more 
remarkable for her beauty and intelligence than 
for her relationship to aristocratic families, and 


I am afraid, if the truth must be told, there were 
some of my cousins who were decidedly vulgar. 

But there was no vulgarity in my mother^s 
nature. She was a grand and noble creature. 
Even as a young puppy I did justice to her 
excellent qualities. How much more, then, do 
I admire her now, when my experience of life 
enables me to see how much of our family 
happiness was due to the gentle and caressing 
ways, and wise and judicious methods with 
which she brought our unruly wills and tempers 
into subjection. 

Well would it be for the happiness of other 
families besides ours, if all mothers could be 
induced to take pattern by mine. Many a son 
who now brings nothing but discredit upon his 
parents, and misery into his home, might then 
be saved from vice, and become a blessing to 
all those with whom he is connected. 

But though I have gladly taken advantage 
of this opportunity to bear grateful testimony 
to my mother's excellence, yet, believe me, I 
have no intention of inflicting her maternal 
counsels and reproofs upon other ears than those 
for whom they were intended. I have no doubt 
my young readers get quite enough parental 
admonitions on their own account, not to wish 
to be troubled with those that are meant for 


their neighbours, and so, passing over the first 
few weeks of my life, which were spent in a 
manner most strictly domestic, I will come at 
once to an incident which has remained for 
ever indelibly impressed upon my memory. 

A good game of romps, followed by a hearty 
meal, having disposed us to take a short period 
of repose, my brothers and sisters and myself 
were all very comfortably asleep, when I was 
suddenly aroused by hearing my mother utter 
a low cry, half of fear, half of expostulation. 

' Do not be afraid, Flo,' said a sweet young 
voice, as if trying to soothe my mother's 
anxiety ; ' I want to look at your puppies. Yes, 
I must see every one of them ; but I will not 
hurt them; I will not indeed. Come, Flo, be a 
good dog, and let John take the puppies.' 

There was something in the tone of the voice 
that seemed to reassure my mother and give 
her confidence, for though she did not for a 
moment take her eyes off us, yet she got up 
from the front of the kennel, before which she 
had been lying keeping guard whilst we slept, 
and allowed John to take us out of the kennel, 
one by one, and put us down on the soft grass 
by which it was surrounded. There was some- 
thing so invigorating in the fresh air and the 
sense of freedom, that, forgetting our fatigue, 


we renewed our gambols in a way that seemed 
highly diverting to the sweet-looking girl whose 
voice had already attracted my attention. 

* Oh look, papa, look,' she exclaimed, laugh- 
ing heartily at our antics. * What funny little 
things they are ! Why, they are like living 
balls of worsted rolling and tumbling over each 
other in this ridiculous manner. They are all 
so funny and so odd-looking, I do not know 
which to choose. Which do you think cousin 
Kate will like the best ?' 

* That is for you to decide. She particularly 
begged that you would choose ; so you shall 
have the responsibility of sending her which- 
ever you like the best, Emily.' 

* Shall it be that one with the white star on 
Its chest ? that is the handsomest and the largest 
puppy. Do you not think so, papa ?' 

On hearing these words, a bitter feeling of 
jealousy took possession of my breast. Burn- 
ing with anger at that which seemed to me a 
reflection on my own good looks, and utterly 
indignant that any one should be considered 
better than myself, I determined to show that 
size was not at any rate to be considered as a 
test of strength or of courage, and so, taking 
my brother at unawares, I rushed upon him, 
rolling him over and over upon the grass, as if, 


indeed, he were only one of those balls of 
worsted of which Emily had spoken. 

* Oh look, papa, look,' exclaimed Emily ; 
* did you ever see such an absurd little beast ? 
Why, that active, mischievous puppy is more 
than a match for the big one with the white 
star. That is the one for cousin Kate; she 
will like that plucky little fellow better than the 
large one. Cousin Kate shall have the black 
puppy, papa.' 

*You are about right there, miss,' said the 
man who had taken us out of our kennel, and 
who seemed to be almost as much amused with 
our antics as his young mistress. * You have 
been and chosen the right one. He is the best 
pup out of the lot by a long way.' 

Elated as I was already by the admiration 
my prowess had evidently excited, these words 
put the finishing touch to my self-gratulation, 
and in the blindness of my vanity, quite un- 
heeding the gentle voice of my mother, who en- 
treated me to return to her side, and to avoid the 
danger which she saw was awaiting me, I went 
yelping and coursing over the grass-plot, till I 
found myself seized in a grasp from which I 
had no power to free myself. I was instantly 
lifted from the earth, carried along through the 
air so quickly that the breath seemed driven 


out of my body, popped into something soft, 
and before I had time to look about me, a great 
hard thing shut down over my head, and I was 
left alone and in darkness. 

I could hear my poor mother's whine of agony. 
I could catch the voices of my brothers and 
sisters crying out in sympathy, but I felt too 
frightened, too horror-struck at the sudden 
change in my destiny, to do more than shift 
uneasily in my prison. I moaned low and 
piteously, whilst the thick tears rose slowly 
to my eyes. 

Oh, how often had my mother warned me to 
beware of the jealousy and the vanity which 
were the besetting sins of my nature. I, who 
a few minutes before had been so proud of my 
beauty and of my strength, what was I now ? 
A poor, wretched prisoner, without air, without 
light, without food ; and for all this wretched- 
ness, whom had I to thank but myself? But 
for my own folly, for my own desire to attract 
attention to myself, I should have been at this 
moment gambolling on the lawn in freedom, 
whilst my brother would have been shut up in 
this prison instead of myself. 

That is what I thought then. In looking 
back upon my past life, I think very differently 
now. . I see now that often the dark night 


makes the bright morning, and that many a 
time misfortune is but a friend in disguise. 
But puppies will not think like old dogs, more 
is the pity, but it cannot be helped. 

Once shut up in my dreary prison, of course 
I had no opportunity of seeing whither I was 
going. All that I knew was that I was being 
carried very rapidly somewhere, and that I had 
no power to release myself from my confine- 
ment. Suddenly the movement stopped. 

*Now,' thought I, *is my time ; now or never; 
who knows but that a determined effort may 
yet set me free ?' 

Alas for ihy puny endeavours 1 Struggle as 
lustily as I would, I only hurt myself instead of 
bettering my condition, until at last, utterly dis- 
gusted with my ill success, I lay quite still, and 
whined aloud my eager supplications to be free. 

' Poor little puppy !' said the same soft voice 
whose flattering words had lured me to my 
ruin. * Poor little doggie, lam very, very sorry 
for you, but I cannot help you yet. You have 
got a long journey before you, and you must go 
through with it. But it will come to an end 
in time, and you will be happy enough then. 
Cousin Kate will make amends for all ; so lie 
still, little doggie, lie still, and think about 
Cousin Kate, and how much you will love her.' 


Spell-bound by the tones of that gentle voice, 
and not without some latent curiosity to know 
who ' Cousin Kate' might be, I suffered myself 
to be coaxed into silence, when once again I 
felt myself rudely shaken as my prison was 
lifted from the ground, and I heard a man's 
voice say, kindly but gruffly — 

* Then you will take charge of the puppy, 
guard ? Miss Roscoe's servant will be at the 
Blythe station to meet you/ 

* All right/ 

And in another moment I was put down with 
a jar that made me yell with pain and fright, a 
door was fast shut, there was a shriek and a 
squeak, a whirr and a birr, and then in the rapi- 
dity and vibration of our onward movement I 
became as it were paralysed, and lost even the 
power to think or to move. I know little else, 
till I was recalled to consciousness by a sudden 
rush of air into my prison, and what to me 
seemed a burst of sunlight, while a soft hand 
removed the hay with which I was covered, and 
a clear, ringing voice exclaimed merrily — 

'No, no, Jane, stand back! I claim first 
peep. I will take the little fellow out myself; 
and suiting the action to the word, she took me 
up in her arms, and sitting down on a sofa, put 
me in her lap, and began to stroke and pat me 


caressingly, and I, as I looked up in her face, 
and read of kindness in her bright blue eyes, 
and of firmness in the lips, which were now 
smiling pleasantly upon me, I felt instinctively 
that this was Cousin Kate, and that I should 
indeed soon learn both to love and to fear my 
new mistress. 

And that instinct was very true. I have 
looked into many a lovely face since then ; I 
have been caressed by many a soft white hand, 
but no face has been dear to me like Cousin 
Kate's sweet face, no hand but hers has ever 
been so soft and white. 

' Jane, fetch me some milk, will you, and some 
bread chopped up very fine ?' 

It may be hunger was an excellent sauce, or 
else Jane's talent for cooking was very great. 
Such a meal as that I have never eaten before 
or since, and having eaten so heartily, it is not 
perhaps surprising that, worn out with fatigue 
and excitement, I should have fallen into a deep 
and heavy sleep. 

When I awoke, I was all alone in the dark, 
and I felt cold and stiff and weary. I pined 
to see that sweet face again, to feel the touch 
of that soft hand. But how was I to make my 
wants known ? I did not know where I was, 
nor where I was to find my mistress. Sitting 


Up, therefore, I called out as loud as I could 
for assistance. 

But no one came, and no one answered. 
Quite dispirited, I yelled the louder. Presently 
I heard a door open, then the sound of foot- 
steps, and in another moment the light streamed 
in through the door of the closet where I was 
shut up, and I heard my mistress say — 

* Jane, that puppy must not be allowed to yelp 
in that manner. It will be a public nuisance.' 

' Oh, ma'am, how can you say so ? Bless it ! ' 

* But I do say so. You must whip it.' 

* Oh, ma'am ! I never shall.' 
' Then I must !' 

I began to think Jane was kinder than my 
mistress ; though something within me told me 
even then my mistress was right, and Jane was 

I would have given worlds to have kept still, 
but in spite of myself, on hearing these words, 
I yelped louder than before. 

* Silence!' exclaimed my mistress, speaking 
in a voice which thrilled through my very heart. 
' Silence, you naughty dog !' and down upon my 
shoulders came a lash that seemed to cut my 
coat in two. I writhed, but I did not speak. 

' Good dog,' said my mistress. ' Good Nep. 
Now, lie still.' 


Still ! I would not have moved then if it had 
been to save my life. 

* There ; now I think I have given you a 
lesson, Nep' — a lesson that you will not forget,' 
said my mistress. 

And she was quite right. My poor aching 
bones were likely to carry about the recollection 
of that lesson for some time to come. 

* Now you lie still, Nep ; quite still, till I 
come back, and then you shall have some 
breakfast. Now mind, no more yelping; 
silence, or you will have no milk !' 

I quite understood the threat, and though 
my mouth watered as I heard the kind-hearted 
Jane plead with my mistress that she might 
bring my food at once, yet I never made a 
sound nor moved a paw. 

* No, Jane ; no. He must do as he is told, 
^nd learn to obey. When once he knows that 
he must obey, then we shall have no more 
trouble with him. Now, Jane, remember — no 
food till I come. I will not have my dog spoiled.^ 

It was clear that there were others besides 
myself who had to learn a lesson of obedience. 

Ah ! well, it is a lesson set to men as well as 
dogs ; and, as far as I can see, the dogs learn 
it best. 


'T would be tedious to enter further 
into the details of all that happened 
to me during the first few weeks 
which I spent in my new home, and 
yet they were the weeks which gave 
the whole colour to my future life. Ah I 
that was wise training that I received at the 
hand of my dear mistress ; and well would it 
be for parents, and well would it be for the 
children themselves, if the rules by which my 
education was conducted could be introduced 
into the nursery as well as into the kennel. 

Obedience is not pleasant to children, neither 
is it pleasant to puppies; but the learning to 
obey forms the good dog, and I am very much 
mistaken if the same lesson, well learned, does 
not tend more than anything else to make the 
good man and the good woman. 


I was quick enough to perceive that there 
was neither harshness nor caprice in the train- 
ing I was receiving. I soon found that my 
mistress never gave me an unnecessary order. 
But then an order once given, it was expected 
to be strictly obeyed. I knew, therefore, what I 
had to do ; and as my mistress never deceived 
me, it was not long before I learned to place 
implicit reliance on her word, and to feel sure 
that everything she told me to do was in reality 
for my good, whether or not I could myself see 
at the time that it would be so. 

One instance which I well remember will 
serve to illustrate my training. 

Some weeks had passed away since my 
arrival in my new home, and I was now strong 
enough to take a short walk with my mistress, 
when one day as we were leaving the house, 
she said to me — 

* Now, Nep, we are going to take a walk 
to-day to a place where you have never been 
before, so you must keep quite close to me — 
quite close — do you hear ?' 

* Yes,' replied I ; ' I hear.' 

* That is right,' said my mistress, who by this 
time had come to understand my language as 
well as I understood hers. * And now, Nep, 
I will tell you something more : I am going to 


give you your first lesson in swimming, and I 
wonder how you will like that ?' 

* My first lesson in swimming!' thought I. 
' What does that mean?' And so not being 
able to give any reply to the question, like a 
wise dog I held my tongue, and only answered 
by nestling in very closely to the side of my 
mistress's feet. 

* Come, come, Nep,' said my mistress, as she 
stooped down and patted me caressingly ; * do 
not be afraid, no harm will come to you. Do 
not be afraid, you little goose ; come, run on, 
and do not bite my heels.' 

It was easy to leave off biting her heels, but 
It was not so easy to shake off all sense of fear. 
Still I tried to do my best, and by the time we 
had reached a fine broad sheet of water, my 
spirits had revived, and I was gambolling back- 
wards and forwards quite forgetful of the 
threatened lesson. 

* Now, Nep, come here — come quickly,' said 
my mistress, in a tone of voice which I knew 
must be obeyed. My mistress was standing 
on the edge of the bank which overhung the 
lake. Anxious to please her, I bounded a few 
steps forward, but when I saw the glittering 
of the water, as the sun shone brightly on its 
ripples, my heart misgave me, and, starting 

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back frightened, I planted my front-paws finnly 
on the ground, and glancing up beseechingly in 
my mistress's face, I tried to look the request I 
did not dare to make, that she would not again 
ask me to come near to that strange, glittering, 
moving mass of water. 

^ Nep ! Nep ! for shame ! for shame !' ex- 
claimed my mistress. * What ! a Newfound- 
land dog, and afraid of the water ! Come, come, 
you must learn to get over such nonsense as 
this. Now, Nep, jump in and bring me back 
this stick.' And suiting the action to the word, 
she threw a stick into the middle of the pond. 

Instantly I bounded forward, an instinct 
within me telling me I could easily fetch it out 
if only I would jump boldly into the water and 
try. But somehow, no sooner did I reach the 
edge of the pond than all my old terror came 
over me, and I stood trembling, miserable, and 
uncertain, yelping out my tale of piteous dis- 

* Nep, Nep, this will never do at all,' said 
my mistress. * If you are such a little fool, 
why, I must teach you wisdom ; and if you will 
not go of your own accord, why, I must make 
you go after another fashion.' 

And so saying, with a gentle push she 
toppled me over into the water ; and down I 


fell with a splash that sent up a shower of spray 
into her face. 

Oh, the agony of that fall ; the terror of that 
first splash. I gasped ; I struck out. Death 
in all its horror seemed pressing upon me, when, 
lo ! as I struggled with the water, the water 
gave way before me. A new, a delicious sen- 
sation came over me, and I felt within myself a 
power which I had never known before. It 
was no longer an effort, an exertion to save 
myself from sinking. Why, I rode upon the 
water as upon an element which I had con- 
quered, and charmed with its soft and elastic 
springiness, I plunged along in pursuit of the 
stick, which, floating just ahead of me, seemed 
to be enjoying its bath just as much as I was 
myself. So, seizing it between my teeth, I bore 
it back to the shore, and laying it triumphantly 
at my mistress's feet, I looked up panting and 
impatient into her face, asking her to test my 
courage once again, and see whether there 
would be any further difficulty in persuading 
me to make trial of my new-found power. 

* Ah, Master Nep !' said my mistress, laugh- 
ing, * so you have found out, have you, that 
things are not always so bad as they seem ? 
*' Grasp a nettle boldly and it will not sting." 
Ay, ay, Nep, that is a good lesson for us all to 


learn as we pass through life. But you were a 
naughty, faithless dog, and you know you were. 
There is not much faith in trusting a person 
when you have found out for yourself that they 
are right — is there ? If I throw the stick in 
again, will you do better another time ? ' 

A loud bark, and a series of jumps that 
made my mistress draw back from the shower 
of water-drops that flew out of my shaggy coat, 
was my only reply. 

And so again and again the stick was thrown 
into the water, till my mistress, either out of 
consideration for me or for herself, whistled me 
away from the pond, and so my swimming lesson 
was over for that day. 

But I had learned more than a lesson in 
swimming ; I had learned a lesson in trusting. 
And as I trotted home by the side of my mis- 
tress, I made up my mind I would do my best 
for the future to give her a prompt and ready 
obedience. I think in some strange way she 
must have read what was passing through my 
mind, for the very next day Cousin Kate be- 
gan a new series of instructions. She said she 
was determined her dog should be the most 
accomplished dog in England, and, as ambitious 
as my mistress, I made every exertion to carry 
her good intentions to their fulfilment. 


It was wonderful — at least so Cousin Kate 
used to say, and very much I loved to hear 
it — how quickly and readily I grasped the 
meaning of all she taught me. I soon learned 
to open and shut a door, to ring a bell, to 
bark or growl if I was bid, or to sit as still as 
a mouse if that pleased my mistress better. To 
some folks these may seem but slight accom- 
plishments to have called forth so much self- 
gratulation ; but I did all I could, and made 
the most of my abilities ; and if those who look 
down upon me as a poor dumb beast would 
only do as much, why, it seems to me that the 
world at large would be much less ignorant 
and self-sufficient than it now is. However, 
being only a dog, of course I can know very 
little of the matter. 

Be that a? it may, there was no doubt that- 
one instinct was very strong in my nature, and 
that was an intuitive perception of the character 
of the different persons amongst whom I was 
thrown. I knew in an instant who did and 
who did not like me ; whom I must obey, and 
with whom I might take liberties ; and I am 
free to confess that where I found I might do 
so safely, I largely availed myself of the per- . 
mission to do as I pleased. 

Oh, as I look back upon past years, how 


much cause do I find for self-reproach, as I 
think what great kindness I received from my 
mistress's dear old servant, and how very badly 
I myself behaved to Jane ! 

I do not know whether the want of respect 
which I felt for her dated from the hour when 
she refused to give me the whipping which I 
so well deserved ; but certain it is, I very early 
learned to know that Jane, with all her affec- 
tion for me, had a sort of fear that my bark 
might be turned into a bite ; and though I 
should just as soon have thought of biting my- 
self as biting her, yet I quickly learned how to 
turn her terror to good account. 

It was a very different thing with Mrs. Ros- 
coe, my mistress's mother. I would have given 
anything to make her love me if I could ; but 
I felt and knew it was hopeless. She was not 
a bit afraid of me ; she did not, in fact, care for 
me one way or the other. She just tolerated 
me for the sake of her daughter. For Mrs. 
Roscoe I had the most profound awe and vene- 
ration. Not for worlds would I have barked 
aloud in her presence, or put a dirty paw upon 
her rich silk dress, or pushed rudely by her 
chair. In her presence I was always the well- 
bred, polished dog. I am afraid poor Jane had 
a very different tale to tell of me. 


I do not at all wish to extenuate my con- 
duct, but dogs look on and see things as well 
as their betters. ' Once a gentleman always a 
gentleman,' I have heard people say. It may 
be so ; but I have seen many a so-called gentle- 
man who, with the restraints of society re- 
moved, behaved after a fashion that brought 
the remembrance of my own conduct to Jane 
, very forcibly back upon my recollection. I am 
afraid there are others besides Neptune who 
bully the weak and take liberties with those 
with whom they feel they can do so with im- 


WAS getting a big dog now. I had 

passed through the ugly stage of my 

existence, a stage which had been 

very hurtful to my vanity, as I had 

heard my mistress declare — 

* How ugly you are growing, Neptune ; 
what an awkward, shambling beast you are, and 
what a rat's tail you have got !' 

Shambling I how could I help shambling ? I 
had not strength within myself to keep myself 
straight upon my feet. My body was too heavy 
for my legs ; how could I help, then, tumbling 
up against people ? I did not mean to be stupid 
and awkward, but I had not the power to regu- 
late my own steps. It was my misfortune, why 
throw it upon me as a fault ? And as to my 
tail — well, if it was a rat's tail, could I help that ? 
Would I not have a fine tail if I could ? And 


if she did not like my tail, why did she not give 
me a fine tail, such as I had seen some of her 
friends wear ? Had I not watched them when 
I was sitting so quiet by my mistress's chair, and 
had I not seen them take off their beautiful 
tails of hair, and lay them down by their side ! 
Well, if my mistress thought the tail which 
nature had given me was an ugly one, why did 
she not give me one like theirs ? I am sure 
they were large enough and handsome enough. 

Often and often did these thoughts come 
over me, as I sat and watched my shadow in 
the sunshine. That was my looking-glass, and 
a beautiful, bright looking-glass it was too. 

And it spoke the truth. I was an ugly 
shambling beast, there is no denying it. 

But time works wonders, and by and by my 
looking-glass began to tell a more flattering tale. 
I hardly dared to trust the evidence of my own 
eyes, for to me I seemed to be growing into a 
very handsome fellow. But what would my 
mistress say ? She was away now ; how I 
longed for her return — and yet I half dreaded 
it. What a dasher it would be to my vanity 
if she should see no change ! 

And yet when the carriage that was bringing 
her home again drew up to the door, I may 
truthfully say I bounded out to meet her with- 


out one thought of myself — with nothing but 
joy in my heart at her return. I never remem- 
bered my own existence, till I heard my dear 
mistress's delighted exclamation — 

* Why, Nep, who would know you ! My 
dear old ugly dog, you have grown into a per- 
fect beauty ! You are a handsome fellow ! ' 
and stooping down she gave me a kiss, which I 
returned a hundredfold after my own fashion. 

I do not know whether it was the revulsion 
of feeling from a state of mortified vanity to 
one of undue self-gratulation, or the effect of 
the mere excitement caused by my joy at my 
mistress's return, but on the very next day I 
was taken suddenly ill, my head ached, my 
eyes ran, I was violently sick ; my coat, that 
coat of which I was now so proud, lost all its 
bright and shining appearance, and the curls, 
knotted together, had a dingy, brown look, 
instead of their natural jet-black hue. I could 
not run, I could not jump, I could not play ; all 
I wanted was to be left quite still, and nestling 
myself up in a corner of my house, I sullenly 
refused to eat or drink or take notice of any 

* It is the distemper, ma'am,' I heard a man 
say, who, opening my mouth in spite of myself, 
forced some nasty stuff down my throat. 


* The distemper, is it ?' thought I. * I do not 
know what that may be. All I know is, it is 
very unpleasant, and that I hate myself, and 
the nasty stuff they give me, and that I wish I 
might be left in peace to doze away out of 
my present misery.' 

And doubly angry that any one had ventured 
to intrude upon my privacy, I rolled myself, if 
possible, into a tighter ball than before* I 
would not so much as raise my head when any 
of my kind friends came to see me. 

All this was very wrong ; but then it must 
be remembered that I was only a dog, and did 
not know better. It is for those who blame me 
to ask themselves whether in like circumstances 
they always behave more sensibly. I have 
watched by the side of many a sick-bed since 
then, and I have seen many a patient quite as 
obstinate and as hard to manage as I was my- 
self ; and I have made many a wise observation 
on how much better it would be if sick folk 
would be patient and gentle, and do as they are 
bid. How much less trouble they would give 
to others, and how much sooner they would be 
well themselves ! Ah me ! it is easy enough to 
moralize. It is the doing the right which is so 
difficult ; and as far as I can see, men find this 
difficulty even greater than a dog does. 


I do not know how time went in that weary 
illness. My first clear recollection, after a period 
of dreary wretchedness, was hearing my mis- 
tress's voice saying, in a tone of sorrow — 

' It will never do to let this go on, Jane. If 
Neptune eats nothing, he will be starved.' 

' Well, ma'am, my belief is, if you would feed 
him with a silver spoon out of a china saucer, 
he would eat. It is the common ware, ma am, 
as he do not like.' 

* Jane, what nonsense !' 

'Well, Miss Roscoe, it is easy to say non- 
sense, but if you had been with me when you 
was aWay, you would have seen that if we had 
not given in to his lordship, why, his lord- 
ship would have been starveid.' 

Weak and ill as I was, I could not help a 
slight laugh as I heard this description of my 
conduct, and remembered how very badly I had 
indeed behaved to Jane. 

*What do you mean, Jane?* inquired my 

* Just what I say, ma'am. He would not so 
much as look at his dinner if we put it in a 
kitchen plate ; but pop it into one of the parlour 
dishes, and then see how he would eat it up !' 

* Why, Jane, how you have been spoiling the 
dog in my absence 1 However, as his eating 


something now seems to be a question of life 
or death, go and fetch the bread and milk, and 
if silver and china are the only materials good 
enough for his lordship, why, bring me the 
food in the best that we have/ 

* Ho, ho 1' thought I ; *so I am to have my own 
way, am I ? See if I will so much as look at 
earthenware for the future/ And surely I was 
not to blame ? If I found that by bullying I 
could get of the best for myself, surely I was 
at liberty to take it, was I not ? At any rate 
that was a question I did not care to answer. 
Whether it was that I felt really better, or 
whether the sense of victory imparted to me 
a new strength, I do not know, but certain it 
is, that when the nice new warm milk with 
the sweet sopped bread was brought by Jane 
in one of the best china cups, I allowed my 
mistress to feed me with some delicate morsels, 
and licked the silver spoon with an admiring 
appreciation of its merits. 

' There now ! did I not tell you, ma'am,' said 
Jane, * how it would be ? Did I not say his 
lordship would eat fast enough if only he could 
get his food served after a fashion that he 
liked ?' 

* Certainly you did ; and I will tell you what 
I say in reply, Jane ; that we are a couple of 


fools to humour the dog after this fashion ; and 
that some day he will make us pay for our 

But just the same, I was fed with the silve 
spoon and out of the china saucer. 

But my mistress's prophecy came true enough. 
i\.ll the petting I received during the time of 
my illness quite turned my head. I began to 
think I was master of everything and every 
one around me, and that I had but to will a 
thing and that thing could be immediately ac- 
complished, and that I was at liberty to take 
what I could get, and to hold what I could 

I was quite strong and well again now — able 
to run about as usual — when one day in my 
morning rounds, I looked into the larder, and 
there I spied a most inviting-looking mutton 
bone. Ever since my illness I had had a won- 
derful appetite, and the sight of this delicious- 
looking bone set my mouth, watering, and made 
me wish to anticipate the dinner hour. Of 
course I was perfectly aware that the bone was 
not mine, and that I had no business to touch 
it; but long spoiling and prosperity had in- 
jured the tone of my moral character, and weak- 
ened my perception of right and wrong. 

* There lies the bone just before you ; it 


smells nice ; it looks meaty ; you want it ; take 
it/ * 

So spoke the tempter's voice within me. 
With one spring the bone was reached and 
seized, and turning round with my prey, I was 
just on the point of trotting off to my kennel 
when Jane came into the larder. 

* Oh Nep, Nep ! what have you got ? Put 
that down. Put that down.' 

A slight push past her was my only answer, 

* Nep, Nep, do you hear ? Put that bone 
down. Put that bone down/ Jane spoke 
louder and louder each time. She might as 
well have addressed the bone itself. 

' Nep, put it down, or I will take this stick 
to you.' 

And Jane seized up a stick as she spoke. 
For a moment I hesitated; then glanced in 
her face ; read the look of hesitation that was 
written there, and knew I had nothing to fear. 
Contenting myself therefore with a low growl, 
I ran out of the larder, and scampering across 
to my kennel, placed my bone before me, and 
complacently looked out into vacancy, before 
falling to and enjoying my meal. 

Suddenly, however, I was roused from the 
sense of blissful security into which I had 
allowed myself to fall, by the sound of a well- 


known footstep. What was it that, instead of 
making me as usual bound out to meet my 
mistress, now made me cower still farther back 
into my kennel, with a low growl dragging my 
bone after me ? Judging from my sensations 
then, I should say it was the terror of a guilty 

Nearer and nearer came the footsteps. And 
now my mistress stood beside the kennel. 
' Nep, come out. Come out, and bring that 
bone with you.' 

A low growl was my only answer. 

The command was repeated ; the same reply. 
We were facing each other now. It was war to 
the knife. We were just about to commence a 
struggle for mastery, and whoever got the vic- 
tory now got it for life. We both felt that. But 
— but — on which side should be the victory ! 

Had my mistress hesitated but for one in- 
stant, I do not think I am boasting to say that 
I should soon have solved the question. But 
before I was • aware, without one instant's 
wavering, and with a grasp so firm as to be 
quite irresistible, my mistress, leaning into the 
kennel, seized me by the collar, dragged me out 
into the yard, and flogged me with a whip she 
held in her hand till the breath was almost out 
of my body. 


I was thunderstruck, stupefied, bruised, and 
sore. But my bodily discomfort was nothing 
to my mental discomfiture. I was cowed and 
conquered. I would have given worlds to have 
been able to assert my own ; but I could not ; 
and what was worse than all was that, angry 
and mortified as I was, I knew all the time 
that my mistress was right and I was wrong. 

Ah ! better broken bones than a bad con- 
science. The one are easier set than the other 

* Now, Nep,' said my mistress when, still and 
subdued, I lay crouching at her feet, *go and 
fetch that bone.' 

Instantly I brought it. 

* Follow me.' 

I followed her. 

Oh what a different dog it was now who was 
crossing the yard, with head drooped down and 
dragging tail, to the dog who so short a time 
before had scampered across it a triumphant 
thief! A different dog — yes I But which was 
really the dog most deserving of admiration ! 

* Nep ! put that bone down at Jane's feet, and 
tell her you are sorry.' 

No, no ; that was too much. I dropped the 
bone, and, turning round, was for scampering 
off to my kennel. 



* Nep !' 

I turned. I tried hard to disobey ; but that 
voice was too powerful. 

* Nep ! take up that bone/ 

In spite of myself the bone was taken up. 

* Now, Nep, take it to Jane and tell her you 
are sorry/ 

' Oh, never mind, Miss Roscoe ; he is sorry, 
I am sure. He has had punishment enough for 
one day.' 

* He will have punishment enough before 
night comes, if he does not do as he is bid,' 
was my mistress's stern reply. * Nep, once 
more ; it is the last time/ and she raised the 
whip, — * take — that — bone — to — Jane — and — 
tell — her — you — are — very — sorry.' 

This was said very slowly, with a pausQ be- 
tween each word. 

I took the bone and laid it down at Jane's 
feet; I looked up humbly in her face, and I 
wagged my tail. 

' Bless the dog,' said the kind-hearted woman, 
as she stooped down and patted me. ' You 
are the best dog in the world.' 

* Jane, Jane,' said my mistress, * do not spoil 
my pupil.' But I knew by the altered tone of 
her voice she was satisfied. 

* Now, Nep, you may go back to your kennel, 


and think over all that has happened. I fancy 
you have had a lesson to-day that will last you 
for one while.' 

' Ah !' thought I, as I walked slowly across 
the yard, ' I fancy I have had a lesson indeed.' 
It was a very hard one to learn; but once 
known, it was of more value than all the teach- 
ing I had got from being fed with silver spoons 
off Worcester china. 


©j^^LTHOUGH my mistress never again re- 
^fLJ ferred to the struggle which had 
1^^ J[ taken place between us, yet it left 
"" " 3 a certain uneasy sensation in my own 
mind which I found it impossible to 
overcome. I felt I had sunk in the 
estimation of my mistress, and I watched eagerly 
for an opportunity of reinstating myself in her 
good opinion. At length, to my great joy, this 
opportunity came. 

One day I was sitting in the drawing-room 
by the side of my mistress, when the door 
opened, and Jane came into the room. 

' If you please, ma'am,' she said, 'my pig is 
cut up ; the pork is all laid in the kitchen ; will 
you come and look at it ? 

• No, Jane ; I am busy.' 

* Oh, ma'am I but please I want you to see. 


I do not know which parts you will keep, and 
which I am to send away/ 

* Well, then — come, Nep/ 

* Oh, ma'am ! not the dog. If his lordship 
were to take a piece, what would you say 
then ?' 

* I should say you must take it from him/ 

* Bless you, ma'am, I could not do that/ 

* I do not think your courage will be tried. 
I do not believe Nep will touch a bit of pork 
now. I want to see if he can be trusted. Nep, 
can you be trusted ?' said my mistress, as she 
looked at me caressingly. 

Trusted ! I should think so ! Why, here 
was the very opportunity for which I had been 
pining ; and, quite forgetting I was in the 
drawing-room, I jumped and barked aloud with 

* Kate, take that dog away,' said Mrs. Roscoe. 

* He is going, mamma. He is coming with 
me to see the pork.' 

* Well, it is a very fine pig, certainly,' said my 
mistress, when, as we reached the kitchen, Jane 
exhibited such a goodly array of well-cut joints, 
and tempting bits of odds and ends, as might 
cause other mouths than those of dogs to 

* Put that dish down on the floor, Jane,* said 


my mistress, pointing to one on which the bits 
of meat looked especially tempting. 

* But, Miss Roscoe, that is putting it just 
within his lordship's reach/ 

* Never mind, Jane ; do as you are told/ 
Jane put the dish on the floor, but I saw that 

she had sore misgivings as she did it. 

* And now, Jane, we will leave the room.' 

I was turning to go with my mistress, when, 
to my surprise, I heard her say — 

* Nep, stay here. Listen : you must not 
touch — not touch a bit.' 

* Oh, ma'am ! do not be for leaving his lord- 
ship here all alone. It would not be fair upon 
a human, let alone a dog.' 

* Yes ; it must be done, Jane. I trust his 
lordship's honour.' 

* Well, ma'am, if you will have it so, of course 
it must be so. But I say again, as I said be- 
fore, it is not fair. We pray not to be led into 
temptation ourselves, and we have no right to 
be leading others into it ; no, not so much as 
a dumb beast.^ 

For a moment my mistress seemed to hesi- 
tate ; but then, merely repeating her command 
that I was not to touch the meat, she called 
Jane out of the room, and the door was closed, 
leaving me alone, surrounded by all those 





tempting morsels. Oh, how soft and fat they 
looked ! How delicious they smelt I How 
could I help sniffing here and sniffing there ! 
One little bit among so many — would that be 
missed ? Surely I might eat one little bit ; 
who could count so many odds and ends and 
scraps ! Who would know one piece of fat was 
gone from off so big a pile as yonder. If I was 
not to touch the meat— ah ! I agreed with Jane 
— why put me in such sore temptation ? 

Why ? and I made answer to myself, * Why, 
Nep, is not this the very moment for which 
you have been so long and so anxiously waiting ? 
The harder the temptation the better worth the 
victory. Thief as you were, now prove your- 
self an honest dog. Show your mistress you 
can be trusted. Regain for yourself your own 
lost self-esteem. Leave off sniffing, for sniffing 
will lead to tasting ; and go, go lie down by the 
door there, as far away as may be from the 
object of your desire. There, go, turn away 
your head, and shut your eyes, and put your 
nose down upon your paws, and hope it will 
not be long before your mistress comes to set 
you free.' 

And, suiting the action to my thoughts, I 
laid myself down in the corner of the kitchen 
the furthest possible removed from the scene 


of temptation, and awaited my mistress's com- 
ing with the best patience I could mustef . 

I must do her the justice to say she did not 
make me wait very long. 

* There, Jane!' she exclaimed, as she opened 
the kitchen door, and saw me lying down 
quietly in my far-off corner, while every bit of 
meat was in its place and undisturbed. * Did I 
not tell you Neptune might be trusted ? Good 
dog ; good dog, come here !^ 

. It may be imagined I was not long in obey- 
ing the summons. There was nothing I loved 
better than to be caressed by that soft white 
hand. To-day those caresses were doubly dear 
to me. 

* Now, Jane, if you like you may pick out a 
nice sweet bit of meat, and give it his lordship 
as a reward.' 

They say stolen meat is sweet. I can 
answer, for my part, that no stolen meat was 
ever so delicious as was that bit of pork tc 
me, for it brought with it a consciousness that 
wrong-doing had been atoned for, and that, in 
the estimation of my mistress, I was no longer 
a wretched, cowardly thief, but a brave, honest 
dog, who could be safely trusted. 

I had now grown a fine strong, powerful 
animal ; and my mistress, who always told me 


that when I was with her she needed no other 
protector, made me her constant companion in 
the long solitary walks she was in the habit of 
taking. On one occasion, we had gone some 
miles from home to a lonely part of the sea- 
shore, a very favourite haunt of mine, because 
the nature of the shore allowed of my taking a 
sea-bath and swimming about to my heart's 
content, without danger of being overpowered 
by the strength of the tide. 

I had just come out of the water, and was 
giving myself a most satisfactory shake to 
restore my circulation, when I heard a low 
whistle, which I knew was my mistress's call 
when she did not wish to excite observation. 
Without waiting to dry my curls, I bounded off 
to her side, reaching her just in time to see a 
tall, powerful-looking man, dressed as a gentle- 
man, leaning over her, and evidently saying 
something she did not like. My first impres- 
sion was to spring upon the intruder and throttle 
him. But apparently aware that such was my 
design, my mistress passed her finger lightly 
through my collar, and, leaning over me, whis- 

* Growl ; growl low, Nep.' 

Did I not growl — that is all ! like the rum- 
bling of distant thunder. 


The man looked very much taken aback. 
* Call off that dog/ he said. 

* Growl louder, Nep — louder/ was all the 
reply, but spoken so that I only could hear. 

Full and round and deep came my voice, 
saying as plain as growls could say — 

* Be off yourself, man, or you and I will try 
which is master.' 

It was a fair challenge, which the man had 
not the pluck to accept, and, with an angry im- 
precation upon my head, he turned and walked 

* Good dog — good Nep,* said my dear mis- 
tress, the moment he was out of sight. * Good, 
good old Nep; you do not know what you 
have saved me from. Good dog ; good dog / 
and, leaning over me, she kissed me, till I was 
half out of my wits with joy. 

Oh, what a happy dog I was as I walked home 
that day ! I was not, indeed, quite sure what 
was the nature of the service I had rendered 
my mistress ; but that I had been of real use to 
her, of that I was certain ; and at least I had 
shown myself bold and faithful in the time of 
trial. * A good conscience makes a light heart,' 
I said; and as I bounded along the road, I fear 
I was only too conscious of my own merits I 
From that day, my mistress never went out 


alone ; and many are the stories I could tell of 
the adventures with which we met. One is so 
vividly present to my recollection that I do not 
think it possible I shall ever forget it. 

It was a lovely summer s evening when my 
mistress and I went out for our accustomed 
walk. We were going as far as a farm some 
few miles from home, and in order to reach it, 
we had to pass through a long lane, bounded 
on each side by a low stone wall, which cut off 
the grass land from the road. We had got 
about half way down the lane. As usual, I was 
bounding backwards and forwards, barking out 
my delighted enjoyment of the bright sunshine 
and the light clear air, when suddenly my bark 
was answered by a loud, deep bellow. 

My mistress stopped short, so did I, startled 
for the moment into perfect silence. Again 
there was the bellow, and then the sound of a 
heavy thundering tread, and in another moment 
a bull's head was seen peering over the stone 
wall, happily at some distance in the road from 
us. One instant he looked at us, then with a 
spring he jumped over the wall, and stood in 
the road through which we must pass. 

Never for a moment did my mistress lose her 
presence of mind. 

* Nep,' she said, * it is you the bull is intend- 


ing to attack; over the wall then, quick — 
over ! ' 

I did not wait to be twice told. With one 
leap I cleared the wall, alighting in a dry ditch 
on the opposite side. 

* Lie down, Nep, stilV I heard my mistress say. 
Crouching down amongst the grass, no mouse 

ever laid more still in the presence of a cat. 
But my heart beat very fast as I heard the 
beast pawing up the ground, and bellowing out 
his rage at my sudden disappearance. 

How long I lay in the ditch I cannot say, I 
only know it seemed a long, long time to me ; 
when, suddenly, with a thud that made the 
earth tremble, the bull leaped once again into 
the field on my side. 

* Over, Nep, over,' I heard my mistress say. 
One instant and I was by her side. 

* Lie down — still !' 

I crouched at her feet. 

Louder and louder bellowed the bull. In 
the disappointment of his rage he tossed his 
head, he sniffed the air, he stamped till he tore 
up the grass in feet-fulls, and then once again 
he sprang over into the road. 

With one quick glance I looked up in my 
mistress's face. She was deadly pale, but quite 


* Over, Nep ; over again.' 

And again I was crouching down in my 
place of concealment on the field side. 

The oftener the bull was baffled the greater 
became his rage. And, alas ! each time that 
he leaped the wall he came nearer and nearer 
to us. I felt my blood growing cold within me. 
How could I protect my mistress ? how save 
myself ? Should I fly at the savage beast, and 
closing with him, risk my life in the deadly 
struggle ? Surely this would be better than to 
die ignobly in the ditch. Another moment and 
I should have made the venture, when I heard 
my mistress's decided word of command — 

* Nep, lie still.' 

There was no choice, then, for me. If I could 
not save her in my life, I could at least show 
her obedience in my death. 

And now I almost seemed to feel the fiery 
breath of the bull upon my forehead. The 
last struggle is to come on the field side, for 
that at least I am thankful, for my mistress will 
be safe. 

The bull springs again. My fate is sealed. 
I am now within reach of his deadly horns. To 
lie still and look was more than I could bear. 
I closed my eyes, and with one deep sigh I 
resigned myself to my fate, when lo 1 just as I 


was expecting to feel the agony of his horns 
entering my side, I hear shouts of men's voices. 
The bull stops irresolute. 

* Nep, dear Nep, over!' says my mistress; 
and as with a spring I clear the wall, and stand 
by her side, men run up with pitchforks to our 
assistance, and just as destruction seemed in- 
evitable, we know that we are saved. 

Calm and self-possessed in the hour of dan- 
ger, my mistress was quite overcome in the 
moment of assured safety ; and sitting down on 
a bank by the roadside, she put her arm round 
my neck, and leaning over me, I felt a tear 
drop upon my forehead, whilst I heard low 
murmured words of thankfulness coming fer- 
vently from her lips. 

I too felt very thankful, and if I did not ex- 
press my gratitude so eloquently as my mistress 
did, at least I tried to show it by keeping quite 
still and silent by her side, and then by walking 
home as close to her as possible, never so much 
as indulging in one run, nor treating myself to 
one bound or frisk. 


'NSEPARABLE Companions as were my 
mistress and myself, it is easy to 
imagine how devoted became my 
affection for her. I was never happy 
out of her sight, and her very presence 
seemed to give a new tone to my charac- 
ter, raising and ennobling it, till I was tempted 
to think myself the very perfect being which 
kind old Jane was so apt to tell me that I was. 
And yet, all the time that I was thus hugging 
myself in my self-conceit, there was lurking 
within me the seed of such a dark and evil 
passion, that had it not been timely checked, 
it might have turned all that was noble within 
me into that which was most base and mean, 
so strangely close are good and evil blended in 
our nature. 

A mere accident taught me to know myself. 
My mistress and I were returning from one 


of our long walks together, when we chanced 
to cross a field of hard, flat, marshy ground, 
where two or three shaggy, ragged horses 
were searching amongst the dwarf willows for 
such withered herbage as the rabbits even 
might have thought not good enough for their 
food. They were such miserable-looking beasts 
that I hardly deigned to cast even a second 
glance at them ; and I was walking past them 
with an air of supreme indifference, when, fancy 
my amazement at seeing my mistress walk up 
to one of these dirty, wretched, broken-down 
looking creatures, and in a tone of just such 
affection as I was accustomed to hear her speak 
to myself — 

' Fairy, dear Fairy,' she said, as she stroked 
its nose caressingly, * is it possible that this is 
you ?' 

The horse, evidently knowing both the voice 
and the touch of the hand, rubbed its nose lov- 
ingly against the shoulder of its friend, whilst 
my mistress, quite overcome at the unexpected 
meeting, stooped down and kissed the poor old 
ragged beast. 

My indignation knew no bounds. 

* What ! the same caresses for that horse as 
for myself. Why, what was this shabby crea- 
ture thinking ofi that it should dare to claim 


some portion of the love which I considered 
all of right my own ? A moment more, and I 
should have flown upon the neck of the brute 
and dragged it to the ground. 

* Nep, lie down, and lie still,' said my mis- 
tress. And she spoke in a voice which I knew 
I dare not disobey. 

But how could I lie still and watch an inter- 
view which was rending my heart in two ? I 
half rose. 

* Nep,' repeated my mistress, more sternly, 
' lie— still.' 

I barked out the agony of my feelings, but I 
did not dare to stir. 

Oh, what I endured ! Those only who, like 
myself, have passed through a paroxysm of 
jealousy, have an idea of the tortures they in- 
flict upon themselves. 

How long my mistress continued to fondle 
and caress that wretched creature it is quite 
impossible for me to say. To me it seemed as 
an interminable period. At length, with one 
last kiss, she said * Good-bye,' and, calling me 
to her side, we proceeded on our walk home- 

She said nothing to me ; she did not even 
look at me, and in my present state of feeling 
this neglect was a positive relief, for it seemed 



to justify my anger, and give me a right to feel 
that I was cruelly and unjustly treated. 

We had walked on some distance, when we 
entered a little wooded path that led through a 
plantation to the house. Seating herself at the 

foot of a tree — ^ 

' Nep,' said my mistress, ' come here. 

Sulkily I obeyed. 

' Nep, Ue down, and put your head m my 

lap.' , . 

I did so ; but I did not look up as usual in 

her face. 

' Nep,' said my mistress in a sad, soft voice, 
whilst she laid her hand lovingly on my head ; 
« Nep, you are a foolish, foolish dog. You are 
making yourself miserable from a jealous fancy ; 
and if it was possible to diminish my love for 
you, you are taking the very way to do it. 

I knew she was right ; but I made no sign 
that I thought her so. 

* Nep/ continued my mistress, ' I know 
everybody would laugh at me for speaking to 
you after this fashion ; they would tell me that 
you do not understand a word that I say to you. 
But they are quite wrong, for you do under- 
stand me, Nep, and I know that you do. Now, 
listen to me, and I will tell you a story that 
will make you ashamed of yourself and of the 


bad passion to which you have been just giving 

* Many years ago, Nep, before I knew you, 
my dog, I had a perfect passion for riding. 
The uncle in whose house you were born, Nep, 
sent me a present of a most beautiful horse. 
It was the admiration of every one who saw it. 
It was my delight — my constant companion. 
It would follow me about, as you do now, 
Nep. It knew the sound of my voice as you 
know it It would eat from my hand as you 
do. We were dear loving companions, just as 
you and I are now, Nep. One day I was 
riding down by the sands yonder. My horse 
put her foot in a hole, twisted her leg, and 
fell. You may fancy my grief .at the accident ; 
my sorrow at watching all my poor favourite^s 
subsequent sufferings. But time passed on, 
and they told me the remedies had taken their 
due effect, and that my pet would soon be as 
well as ever. It was not, however, considered 
safe that I should make a first experiment in 
riding her. The groom took her out to exer- 
cise. I saw her leave the yard as beautiful as 
ever. She was led back, a poor, bleeding, 
broken-kneed cripple. 

* What could be done ? 

'Nothing, they tgld me, except to shoot her. 


Nep, fancy what I felt ! for what should I feel 
if they told me I must shoot you, my dear, old, 
darling doggie V 

And stooping over me she caressed me as 
of old ; while I, forgetting everything but my 
love for her, and my sorrow for her sorrow, 
returned the caresses from the very bottom of 
my heart. 

* Ah, Nep ! it was a sad day. But if the death 
was wise and merciful — well, then, it must be 
accomplished. Just as, my mind made up, I 
had given the necessary orders — I was told a 
man wanted to speak to me. He was a farmer 
from a neighbouring village. He had heard of 
the accident; he had been to see the horse. 
True enough, she was not safe for riding ; but 
she was still a beautiful creature, with plenty of 
life in her yet. Why might she not live for 
many years to come — live happily with the 
children who might be given to her? If I 
would only let him have my pet, he would 
promise her life should be an easy and a peace- 
ful one. Perhaps it was foolish ; I am sure it 
was weak. But at the moment I seized any 
expedient to save the life of my favourite. My 
horse went to its new home. I heard she was 
happy and kindly treated, but we never met 

'Years have passed since then, Nep, when 


suddenly, in that half-starved, broken-down, 
and miserable creature whom we met to-day, 
I recognise my own high-couraged, lovely pet. 
Nep, I stop to bind up that broken heart; I 
speak kind words to soothe that weary spirit ; 
I kiss that poor old shaggy brow, and angry 
feelings spring up in your heart, Nep. You, 
who are petted all day long, grudge that one 
passing caress. You, who are my companioti 
at all hours and times, are indignant because a 
few moments are given to one who loved me as 
truly as yourself, and was, equally with your- 
self, my true and faithful friend. Nep, I ask 
you if such conduct is worthy of you ? Put 
yourself in Fairy's place, and ask yourself what 
you would have thought of me if I had passed 
you by unrecognised, because I had found a 
younger and more handsome favourite ?' 

Self-convicted and self-condemned, I tried to 
show my penitence by gently licking the hand 
that rested on her knee beside me. I think 
she understood me, for, rising from her seat, 
she said in her old kind way — 

* Now, Nep, we will go home ; both, perhaps, 
the wiser, if the sadder, for this day's walk.' 


j^HANKS to the kind and judicious man- 
. 5 ner in which my dear mistress had 
^JJi handled me, that chance meeting 
with poor Fairy became the means 
of producing a real improvement in my 
disposition. The more I thought of the 
wretched passion to which I had been giving 
way, the more mean and guilty my conduct 
appeared to me. I determined to watch care- 
fully against the first risings of jealousy in my 
heart, and if possible to rid myself altogether 
of such a misery-creating companion. 

It was well for me that I learned my lesson 
in time ; the sincerity of my good resolutions 
was soon to be put to the test. 

Not far from our own house lived a very 
intimate friend of my mistress, a friend of whom 
I indeed thought she was a great deal too fond, 


— not, this time, from my jealous dislike of the 
friendship, but that when my mistress paid a 
visit to Ivy Lodge, it was quite impossible to 
say when she would come away again ; and as 
Mrs. Lindsay was very particular that no por- 
tion of her well-kept furniture should be soiled, 
a dog who, like myself, was addicted to jump- 
ing, and bathing, and rolling, was not often 
considered to be a suitable visitor : conse- 
quently, whilst my mistress was chatting with 
her friend in the drawing-room, I was left to 
while away the time as best I might at the 
garden gate ; and very dull I used to find it. 
For what was there for me to do except to 
snap occasionally at a passing fly, — to make 
casual acquaintance with any chance dog that 
might pass that way, or to watch Mrs. Lindsay's 
fat and petted cat, which for the most part was 
lying lazily rolled up and sleeping in the sun- 
shine ? For a dog accustomed as I was to the 
intellectual conversation of such a companion 
as my mistress, it will be readily conceded that 
these' were not exciting occupations; and it must 
be confessed that when I found we were to 
take Ivy Lodge in our day's walk, I generally 
showed my dissatisfaction in terms which could 
not be mistaken. 

It was some few weeks after our meeting 


with Fairy, that one day when, to my disgust, 
we turned up the well-known road which led to 

Ivy Lodge, — 

* Nep,' said my mistress, * I have got some- 
thing to say to you.' 

< Bow — wow — wow,' said I, which meant, 

*Say on/ 

* You will not be left waiting alone at the 

gate to-day/ 

' That is good hearing,' thought I , and I 
wagged my tail as a sign of approbation. 

* I am not quite sure you will like your com- 
panion,' continued my mistress, * and that is 
why I want to speak to you about him before 
you see him. Nep, do you remember what I 
said to you about Fairy ? ' 

* Yes,' said I, after my fashion, but I barked 
out the words very gently, for it was not a 
pleasant subject of recollection. 

' Well, then, you must bear it in mind when 
you are playing with Conrad. He is to be 
pitted against you, Nep, of that I am quite sure, 
and his master will say that he is a handsomer, 
braver, cleverer, better dog than my dear old 
Nep. But handsome is as handsome does, 
Nep, and if you are a dear good dog, and do 
not take offence, and do not snarl, and do not 
fight, why, I shall know who is the best dog, 


shall I not, Nep? And if you know you 
have got right on your side, why, you can bear 
to be put upon, cannot you, Nep ?' 

< Bow— wow — wow,' said I in acknowledg- 
ment that come what might, I would at least 
try to do my duty. 

* There is my dear old dog,' said my mistress ; 
* I was sure you would understand me.' 

At this moment a turn in the road brought 
us within sight of the cottage. At the gate a 
tall handsome man was standing smoking a 
cigar, and by his side sat a large, powerful, 
heavy-limbed dog, with a tight curling coat of 
black and white hair. I dare say he was very 
handsome, but I own I liked my own shiny 
black coat much better. But then, after all, 
what is beauty ? it is but a matter of opinion. 

* I am safe from jealousy on that point at any 
rate,' thought I. 

As soon as Mr. Lindsay saw us, he took his 
cigar from his mouth, and, accompanied by his 
dog, he came forward to meet my mistress. 

* Nep !' * Conrad !' said our respective owners, 
as soon as their own first greeting was over. 

We looked at each other, and then we made 
acquaintance after the manner of dogs, I trying 
to throw what cordiality I could into my greet- 
ing, whilst Conrad, though perfectly polite, 


treated me with a haughty superciliousness, as 
if he were not desirous of cultivating the 
acquaintance of so untravelled an animal as 
myself. He had made the grand tour of 
Europe, and evidently that gave him an im- 
mense superiority in his own eyes. 

And after all, he was no more to blame than 
his betters. How many men * do ' all the towns 
of the Continent, and return to their own homes 
not one whit the wiser, and yet in their hearts 
despising the poor home-staying people, who 
meantime may have learned more in their quiet 
studies than they in all their scampering sight- 
seeing ! 

In respect of his enlarged experience, Conrad 
held himself very superior to me. Perhaps he 
was right. Let us give him the benefit of the 

But, as our acquaintance ripenisd, we soon 
found that there were points on which we could 
assert a perfect equality — ^points again on which, 
if I had chosen, I might have claimed a decided 
superiority. Conrad could not open and shut a 
door as gently as I could. He could not sit upon 
a chair with the easy grace which distinguished 
myself. He clearly did not understand the 
conversations of men and women as I did ; and 

ough he used to turn off his ignorance with a 


laugh, and say they talked such nonsense that 
their words were not worth listening to, yet I 
was not slow to perceive that the grapes were 
sour, just because he knew not how to reach 
the bunches. 

I must do Conrad the justice, however, to 
say that, when taking a walk with his master, 
he knew how to comport himself as a well-bred 
dog much better than I did. He was calm and 
phlegmatic, whilst I was excitable to a degree. 
Every passing event around me would distract 
my attention. To plod quietly along the road 
was to me a simple impossibility ; and so, whilst 
I bounded after every new object that caught 
my fancy, Conrad would walk with a grand, 
calm, quiet dignity by his master's side. 

I always noticed that it was at these times 
that Mr. Lindsay would point with a quietly 
triumphant smile to his own favourite, leaving 
my mistress to infer his meaning. And then I 
would make a thousand good resolutions that I 
would not so offend in future, — resolutions, alas ! 
which were destined to be broken the very first 
time a rabbit crossed my path, or some distant 
light and shadow tempted me in pursuit of an 
object which, when reached, turned out to have 
only existed in my own imagination. 

But there was one talent which we both pos- 


sessed in common, and in which we both alike 
so piqued ourselves upon our skill, that, had I 
not been very much upon my guard in respect 
to my besetting sin, we certainly should have 
been involved in some most deadly struggle. 

We were both first-rate swimmers. We never 
tired of the water. We were never wearied with 
our struggles with the waves. 

How well do I remember one especial day — 
a lovely afternoon in autumn, when the air was 
so crisp and fresh that it made the bare action 
of the limbs in running an enjoyment worth 
living for ; and yet not so cool but that a bath 
at the end of a few miles' scamper was a reviv- 
ing and delicious operation. 

We had reached the sea-shore, Conrad and 
I, Mr. Lindsay and my mistress. There could 
be no more perfect day for a swim, — just wave 
enough to give buoyancy to the water without 
either fatigue or exertion. 

So tempting did the water look that even 
Conrad forgot his dignity so far as to take two 
or three energetic springs across the sands, and 
then standing still and turning towards his 
master, he barked out with more vehemence 
than was usual to him his request that Mr. 
Lindsay would make haste and throw in the 
^^ick, to seize which as it floated away upon 


the waves, was to each of us the object of our 
ambition, as, of course, he was accounted the 
victor who could bring it back in safety to the 

Oh ! how eagerly we watched Mr. Lindsay 
as he stepped forward, the stick well poised in 
the air ; Conrad's eyes glistened with expecta- 
tion, but he did not move a muscle, whilst I, 
in the exuberance of my enthusiasm, could not 
restrain my excited feelings, but bounded into 
the air, almost as though I would have seized 
the stick out of Mr. Lindsay's hand. 

There now — now. The stick whirls round. 
Surely it is launched on its course. No. * Back, 
Nep, back,' I hear my mistress say, and I turn 
and see Conrad cool and collected, standing 
still, with eyes uplifted to the stick, reserving 
the strength which I was so stupidly frittering 

Now — now — surely — yes — hark 1 it whirrs 
through the air, and splash we hear it fall into 
the waves ; onward we bound — onward we 
dash. Every nerve within me quivers. I lose 
sight of Conrad ; I lose thought of Conrad ; for, 
in the impetus of my bound into the sea, I am 
carried yards under water before I can recover 
my equilibrium and right myself again. And 
now I come once more to the surface, and see 


Conrad steadily, steadily, swimming towards 
the stick. There is something very grand in 
that calm, quiet steadiness of purpose ; but, 
admire it as I will, it is impossible for me to 
imitate it. With my heart beating so that I 
can count the strokes, with my nerves all 
throbbing, I struggle to get ahead. I fight out 
against the water with a force that now carries 
me up abreast of Conrad, now wafts me just a 
wee bit past him. But my strength is exhausted 
in the effort, and calm and self-contained once 
more, Conrad swims past me. Shall I be beaten 
on such a day as this ? in such a race as this ? 
when I hear the voice from the shore — 

* Well done, Conrad ! Well swum, Conrad ! ' 
Shall there be no voice to say, * Well done, 
Neptune!' likewise? 

There is the stick — there — there, just ahead ; 
but Conrad is the nearest to it. With one 
tremendous effort, almost beside myself with 
excitement, I breast the wave, and at the same 
identical moment we both seize the stick. 

* It is mine,' growled Conrad. 

* It is mine,' gasped I. 

* Leave it alone,' said Conrad. 

* Leave it alone,' said I. 

* I got it first,' said Conrad ; and he shook 
the end violently. 


* It IS a lie/ growled I, now thoroughly over- 

'Say that again, and we will fight/ said 
Conrad, speaking through his set teeth ; for he 
never loosened his grasp of the stick. 

What was it that at that moment made me 
hear, as in the murmuring of the waves, those 
words of my dear mistress : * Do not take 
offence, and do not fight, Nep, and I shall 
know who is the best dog.' 

Clear and sharp they sounded in my ears, as 
though the water had wafted them to me from 
the shore. 

* Conrad/ said I, speaking as kindly as I could, 
* let us each take an end of the stick, and swim 
towards the shore.^ 

* No, I shall not ; I want the stick all to 

Should I give way ? Should I acknowledge 
myself beaten ? I who had an equal right to 
the prize ! 

Again came the voice — 

* You can bear to be put upon, can you not, 

' I will try,* thought I, in answer to that far- 
away sound. 

And, dropping the end of the stick, I swam 
grandly and proudly back to land. 


Conrad placed the stick at his master s feet, 
and I went up to my dear mistress and looked 
silently up in her face. 

' Good old dog, dear old Nep,' she said ; ' I 
saw the struggle ; I heard the growls. If 
Conrad kept the prize, I know who has kept 
his temper. Who swam the best to-day will 
soon be forgotten, Nep. Who best did his 
dutyi will be remembered for many a day to 

And as I turned and listened to the praises 
bestowed on Conrad's superior prowess, and 
noted the look of superiority in his cold grey 
eyes, I felt no answering throbs of jealousy. I 
only knew that I was happier in defeat than I 
had ever been in victory. 

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UT whilst I was thus enabled to show 
forbearance with my equals, and obe- 
dience to my superiors, I am afraid 
my conduct towards those whom I 
considered my inferiors was by no means 
equally worthy of commendation. And, 
alas ! I made a mistake into which, it seems to 
me, that others beside dogs are very liable to fall, 
of mistaking kindness of heart for weakness of 
intellect ; and so, instead of looking up to moral 
worth as of itself commanding respect and vene- 
ration, I took advantage of the kindness that 
was shown to me, and construed what was in 
reality loving forbearance with my follies into 
a sign of a weakness which only excited my 
supercilious pity. 

Ah, Jane ! I wish I could make you under- 
stand the bitter pang of remorse that often 
throbs through my heart as I think of all your 



loving-kindness to myself, and what a very ill 
return I have made for it The only plea 
which I can offer in excuse is, that my mistress, 
amused with the scenes which used to take 
place between Jane and myself, instead of scold- 
ing me for my bad conduct, used rather to en- 
courage me in my fault. But so it is with the 
best of us. We are all more inclined to be 
angry with the sins which affect ourselves than 
with those which affect our neighbours. 

Poor Jane ! there was no end to the tricks I 
played her ; and, mischievous beast that I was, 
the more I saw that she was frightened at my 
proceedings, the more audacious, a great deal, 
became my conduct How well I remember 
that one day, on returning from my walk, I had 
been bidden as usual to go to my kennel. I was 
trotting peaceably enough through the kitchen, 
where Jane was sitting quietly at work, when 
looking up, she said — 

' There is a good dog. Nep is a good dog 
to do as he is bid.' 

Whether from an innate love of contradic- 
tion, or from the spirit of bullying which was 
so strong within me, I stopped short 
' Go to your kennel,' continued Jane. 
* See if I do,' barked I ; and turning short 
^ound, I galloped up a back staircase which 


led to the bedrooms, and, all dusty and dirty 
as I was, I bounded into the middle of one of 
the beds, ensconsing myself snugly just in the 
softest and most cosy corner. 

* Oh ! to think of his lordship doing such a 
thing,^ I heard Jane say from the bottom of the 
staircase. * He has gone into the spare room, 
that he has ; I heard him jump on to the bed, 
and just as we have had the counterpane 
washed. Oh dear ! oh dear ! to think of his 
playing me such a trick. Mary, you go up 
and tell him to come down this minute.^ 

If I was not afraid of Jane, it will be easily 
believed I had no fear of Mary, who was only 
Jane's assistant. 

' Nep, you come down.' 

I raised my head lazily, and winked at her 
with one eye. 

' Nep, do you hear ? ' 

' Oh yes, I hear,' growled I. 

* Nep, come, or I will fetch you.' 

' You had better try. Two can play at that 

And this speech was made in a voice which 
caused Mary to descend the stairs at a much 
quicker pace than that at which she had come 

* There is no use, Jane,' I heard Mary say 


when she reached the kitchen ; * he will not do 
an)rthing for me ; do you go up !' 

In another instant I heard the dear old 
woman's footstep coming slowly up the stairs. 

' Nep, Nep/ with a well-assumed tone of 
firmness, which I knew she would be incapable 
of maintaining, 'what business have you on 
that bed, sir ? Come, get off this moment, this 
very instant' 

I just raised my head, and laughed good- 

* Nep, do you hear me ? I shall be obliged 
to punish you.' 

' Try,' growled I. 

* Nep, you will have no supper.' 

* Wait till supper-time comes,' suggested I. 

* Nep.' 

I raised my head slightly and gazed at her. 
Jane retreated towards the door. 

' Come off this minute.' 

Half a spring. 

Jane stepped outside the door, prudendy 
holding the lock in her hand. 

* Nep, I shall go and tell Miss Roscoe.' 

* Well, go,' barked I, and down I put my 
head into its soft pillow. 

* And if my mistress does come,' thought I, 
* ten to one she will only laugh ; as to punish- 


ing me, I know well enough she will never 
punish me for bullying Jane/ 

And yet though I carried it off with such a 
high hand, I knew all the time I was very, very 

In a short time I heard steps coming near 
the door, and I had a tolerable conviction that 
whatever else might happen, I should be obliged 
to seek another and less luxurious bed. But I 
was not going to antedate the moment, so I 
lay quite still and pretended to be fast asleep, 
nevertheless I kept a very keen look-out to 
know how my mistress would take matters. 

* Jane, open the door and call Nep,* I heard 
her say. 

I knew I was all right then, and I gave a 
snore of satisfaction. 

* Oh, ma'am, I dursn't, he does growl so.' 

* Nonsense.* 

* Oh, ma'am, but indeed it is not nonsense ; 
he growls fearful.* 

* Well, then, let me hear him.' 

* Yes, you shall hear him !' thought I, and as 
Jane opened the door and called * Nep, Nep,' 
did I not growl ? that is all ! 

* There, ma'am, I told you how it would be. 
You speak — do, ma'am.' 

* Neptune,' said my mistress. I hesitated — 


what did she mean ? * Neptune/ she repeated, 
in a tone there was no mistaking this time, and 
I jumped off the bed, even more quickly than 
I had jumped on to it, and doubting very much 
what was to follow, I crept very slowly and 
humbly up to my mistress's feet. 

* Nep, you have done very wrong ! ' 
' Bow — wow,' said I, very humbly. 

* Will you do it again ? ' 

* Not till next time,' said I, looking up ask- 
ance in her face. 

* If you do this again, Nep, you must be 
punished. But I will forgive you this time, if 
you ask Jane to pardon you.* 

This sort of humiliation was not at all to 
my taste. I sat still, and beat the ground im- 
patiently with my tail. 

* Now, Nep, make up your mind; beg Jane's 
pardon at once, or you will have no supper.' 

It was one thing for Jane to hold out this 
threat, it was quite another for my mistress to 
do so. Supper-time was not so very far off ; 
my walk had made me hungry, and I began to 
think that I might gratify my pride too dearly 
at the expense of my stomach. Slowly there- 
fore I rose to my feet, and somewhat sulkily I 
went up to Jane. 

* Come, Nep,' said my mistress, *beg Jane's 




pardon with a cheerful face. Say at once you 
are sorry.' 

* Bow — wow/ said I. 

* Are you very sorry ?' 

* Bow — wow — wow,' said I ; but I am afraid 
the tones of my voice did not express the 
deep penitence that they ought to have done. 
The dear old woman, however, was much too 
kind-hearted to be extreme to mark what was 

* Bless his heart,' she said, * I think there 
never was such a dog.' 

* Give Jane a kiss, Nep.' 

And standing up upon my hind-legs I put 
my fore-paws upon her shoulders, and really 
touched now by Jane's generous treatment, I 
kissed her cheeks with an affection as hearty as 
it was genuine. 

Evidently Jane was satisfied, for that night, 
instead of going supperless to bed, according 
to my real deserts, she prepared for me a meal 
more than usually luxurious. Can it be won- 
dered at that as I munched it up, extremely 
to my own satisfaction, I did not experience 
that extreme terror of the consequences of Jane's 
displeasure with which she had so carefully 
endeavoured to inspire me. On the contrary, 
I am sorry to confess that the thought passed 


through my mind that if in future I wished for 
a meal of super-excellent quality, there was no 
surer way of obtaining it than that of first 
taking a lounge on the clean counterpane of 
the spare-room bed. 

Dear, good, simple-hearted Jane, how little 
you guessed the moral I was drawing from 
your kindliness of disposition ! It was very 
wrong of me, I know, and highly illogical. 
But, alas! it is a moral which human beings 
seem quite as apt to draw, judging from the 
misery which I have seen to arise from faults 
lightly passed over by those who would have 
nipped future sins in the bud, if only they had 
loved wisely where they loved so well. 

Poor dear Jane ; it is inconceivable how she 
spoiled me. In her own mind I do believe she 
invested me with the prerogative of royalty, and 
was prepared to fight all my battles for me, on 
the plea * that his lordship could do no wrong.' 

And then her love was such an unselfish 
love. She never thought what I could do for 
her ; it was always what she could do for me. 
She never had a pleasure that she would not 
have been glad I should participate in it, and 
there never was a domestic festival but I was 
expected to be a sharer in the good things. 

As to the great feasts of the Church, I knew 


them as well as Jane knew them herself, and I 
looked forward to my plum-pudding at Christ- 
mas, and my pancakes on Shrove-Tuesday, with 
as much zest as though I had been a child of 
the house. 

' I tell you what, Jane,' said my mistress one 
day, when she had been coaxed into the kitchen 
by Jane, to see the wonderful-sized pancake 
which was being fried for his lordship, whilst 
with glistening eyes and rapidly beating tail I 
was sitting listening to the appetizing sounding 
frizzing, — * I tell you what, Jane,' she repeated, 
* if his lordship is to be allowed to feast after 
this extravagant fashion, I hope you make him 
fast with the family likewise. If he is to have 
pancakes on Shrove-Tuesday, clearly he ought 
to be allowed nothing but salt fish on Ash- 

' Oh, ma'am, that would be hard upon him ; 
he could not abide salt fish. And after all, why 
should we punish him ? How should he know 
anything about the day ? * 

And so it ever was. All that was pleasant 
was to be his lordship s portion. Whilst if the 
dear old woman could have taken the bitter to 
herself, she would have thought herself only 
too well repaid, by knowing that she had been 
able to minister to the comfort of others. 


And this was the being whom, in the pride of 
my youthful strength and spirits, I thought fit 
to look down upon and despise ! Ah me ! what 
strange mistakes we make ; and when we are 
all weighed in the scales according to our true 
deserts, many, it seems to me, will find they need 
more merits than their own to keep the balance 

But, bad as my conduct was, and I do not 
in the least wish to extenuate my faults, yet I 
think that Jane did not altogether dislike being 
teased. Of course she did not like the rough 
play to go too far, but a little wholesome bully- 
ing I think she knew was good for my con-, 
stitution, and was not in reality bad for her 

One day I was sitting in the drawing-room, 
perched up on a chair, watching my mistress 
finish a sketch, when the door was opened, and 
Jane looked in. 

* May I come in a bit, and see you draw ? ' 

* Surely.' 

* Ah, ma'am, I wish you would come and see 
his lordship and the chickens some day ; you 
would like to make a sketch of them.' 

* Why, what does he do ?' 

* Why, ma'am, he knows at once which are 
our chickens and which are our neighbour's. 


and he will not let Mr. Brown's chickens come, 
not for a bit nor a scrap. He flies at them that 
fierce that they are over the wall in less than 
no time.' 

* Ha, ha!' laughed I; *so that has been 
watched too, has it ? Trust to Jane to chronicle 
my good deeds.' 

'And does he behave more civilly to our 
own ?' inquired my mistress. 

' Why, as to our hens, I am not so sure about 
that,' replied Jane. ' You see his lordship is 
particular, and he does not like to be put about, 
and it must be said the hens scratch up a deal 
of dust, and he does not like a dirt near his 
kennel, so I cannot say as he is particular kind 
to the hens ; but with the little chicks, why, he 
is as gentle as if he were their father, and for a 
matter of that, he is a deal gentler than many 
fathers are. He lets them hop into his own 
dish, and pick at his own food, and seems quite 
pleased when they make a kind of chirruping 
noise, as if he knew that that was their way of 
thanking him. Oh, ma am, I wish you could 
see him, it is quite a pretty picture.' 

' It may be, but it was not a very pretty 
noise I heard this morning.' 

* Oh, ma'am, that was the sweeps.' 

' The sweeps making that awful barking ! ' 


* No, ma'am, of course it was his lordship 
barking. He is fit to tear himself in pieces as 
soon as ever he hears the sweep's barrow in 
the road. You see he has never forgotten that 
the sweep shook his nasty dirty brush in his 
face come Michaelmas it will be three years 
ago. But his lordship has such an uncommon 

* In this case,' said my mistress, * I think if 
his memory were worse it would be better for 
himself Evidently to forgive and forget forms 
no portion of his rule of life.' 

' But then, ma'am, it was such a great affront. 
Fancy what the smell of all the soot must have 
been, and his lordship cannot bear a smother.' 

* I am afraid if we were allowed to cherish a 
remembrance of our wrongs just because we 
could not bear a smother, this world would not 
be a pleasant place to live in. His lordship 
ought to be made to live on good terms with 
the sweep.' 

* Well, ma'am, then you must come and make 
him, for there is no one else who can do it; 
and as for the sweep himself, it was only this 
morning as he said he would not go a nigh 
the kennel again, no, not if any one were to 
give him a twenty-pound note.' 

' Then, the next time the chimneys want 


sweeping, I must come down and see what I 
can do in the matter/ 

* Oh dear me/ thought I, * then there is an 
end of all my fun/ but, however, like a prudent 
dog, I kept still and said nothing. It was 
some time before the chimneys would want 
sweeping again, perhaps ere then my mistress 
would have forgotten her threat. I am sorry 
to say that it never occurred to me that it might 
be as well if I too ere then had forgotten my 

Just at this moment, however, the attention of 
my mistress was diverted from my proceedings 
by the india-rubber she was using falling from 
her hand and bounding away across the room. 

Jane rose to pick it up. 

* Jane, sit still, what are you getting up for 
when Nep is in the room ? Nep, go and fetch 
my india-rubber.^ 

I got down from my chair instantly, and 
looked about upon the floor, but I could not 
see the india-rubber anywhere. It is a nasty 
little black thing at the best of times to look 
for, and it jumps and bounds just as if it was 
alive. How was I to know where the little 
wretch had gone to 'i I stood still and gave a 
bark expressive of my disgust at being sent on 
such an errand. 


' Nonsense, Nep, do not tell me you cannot 
find it. It is in the room somewhere, you must 
look for it ; perhaps it is under the sofa/ 

* Perhaps it is not,^ thought I, but still I went 
to the spot to which my mistress pointed, and 
pushing my paw under the sofa, I felt and felt 
about, till sure enough I took hold of the miss- 
ing india-rubber. 

' Here it is, here it is,* barked I, and I went 
jumping back to my mistress's side. 

' There is a good dog ; I knew you would 
find it if you would only take the trouble to 
look. You shall be rewarded, if you like, by a 
game of play with Jane.' 

I gave a great bound for joy, for I knew what 
that meant, — that I had unlimited permission to 
tease my dear old friend. 

' There, Nep, go to Jane and tell her you do 
not care for her one bit.' 

' Oh, ma'am ! do not you make him say that.' 

But it was too late ; the permission was 
already given, and off I bounded, barking out 
in wild feigned tones of displeasure the dislike 
which I knew so well how to pretend ; whilst 
all the time there was nothing but love for her 
in my heart. 

' Shake her apron, Nep.' 

' Oh, ma'am ! do not ; it is my clean apron. 


And, ma'am, his eyes are full of mischief ; he 
will tear it ; he will indeed ; do tell him not/ 

* Neptune, be gentle ; be gentle. You must 
not hurt the dear old woman. Keep in 

The warning came only just in time. I 
would not have hurt the dear old woman for 
the world. Whether it might have fared 
equally well with her apron is quite another 
question. Already the muslin was within my 
teeth ; and a good shake, even in play, is not, 
perhaps, the best thing in the world for a 
muslin apron. But at my mistress's wish I 
relaxed my hold, and raising myself up on 
my hind-legs, I put my fore-paws round Jane's 
throat, and let off the waste steam in a series 
of hugSj which, if less damaging to Jane than 
to her apron, would have been somewhat trying, 
I am afraid, to any one less kind and gentle 
than my over-indulgent friend. 

Ah ! those were happy days. The very re- 
membrance of them seems to make me young 
once more. But if my time were to come over 
again, should I behave any better? Who 
knows ? Not I. If I have learned nothing 
else in my passage through life, at least I have 
learned this — to distrust myself. 


TMONGST the many tastes which my dear 
mistress and I shared in common, 
was that of a love for children. I 
was never tired of amusing them and 
playing with them. I would let them 
ride on my back, or lead me about by 
the ears ; shove and push me over just as they 
pleased, and sometimes I would even permit 
them to pull my tail ; and beyond this point 
forbearance could no further go ; for if there 
was one thing in the world that I detested, it 
was to have my tail touched. Not even when 
it needed combing could I endure to submit to 
the operation. I would turn my side readily 
enough to be brushed, and I would hold up 
my head to have my neck corribed. ' In fact, 
I rather liked that ; it was a pleasant, tickly 
sort of a sensation ; and I would lift up my 
paws to be wiped. But my tail ! no ; that was 


too sacred an appendage to be touched by any 
one but my mistress ; and I cannot say that 
I at all approved even of her presuming to 
smooth it. 

However, all this by the way. It was of 
my dear little playmates, not of my own tail, I 
was speaking ; and there certainly were few 
indignities to which I would not cheerfully 
have submitted coming from the hand of a 
child ; so long indeed as I saw there was no 
bad spirit displayed in the teasing. Once let 
me have an idea that the child was acting from 
malice-prepense, and though I certainly should 
never have put out my strength to avenge my- 
self on one who could not defend itself, yet I 
took ample opportunity of showing I was not 
a dog to be trifled with ; and he would indeed 
have been a bold child who would have re- 
quired to be twice told that he must not repeat 
the offence. 

Amongst the children whom I dearly loved 
was a little boy who used. to come every morn- 
ing for the daily orders from the butcher. 

Our affection for each other dated from the 
time when I was quite a puppy. We used 
to race and gambol together, and I never 
remember an instance of Robert ill-using or 
cheating me. As I grew older our friendship 



assumed a less demonstrative form ; but for all 
that it was none the less sincere. As soon as 
I heard Robert's step approaching the garden 
gate, I would bark out my morning's welcome, 
and I should as soon have expected that the 
sun would not rise in the heavens as that 
Robert would not come up to my kennel to 
shake a paw and say some words of kindly 

* Ah, old fellow ! I have got something for 
you to-day,' he would say sometimes ; * but 
you must wait till I have been to the house 

And then off he would go whistling, and 
looking back at me with such a comical face, as 
much as to say — 

* I give you three guesses before I come 
back again, and then see what I have got for 

And there I would sit,' watching, watching 
for his return, at the full stretch of my chain, 
and my paws firmly planted on the ground — 
much too full of expectation to be able to give 
my mind to the prescribed process of guessing ; 
and then the moment I saw Robert come out 
of the back door, up I would spring on my hind- 
legs, pawing the air in a series of eccentric 
gesticulations, which, if they did not carry a 

E BUTCHER Boy.— PAoE 8; 


clear meaning to his mind, seemed at any rate 
to afford the greatest possible amusement to my 
young friend. 

* Well, old boy, found it out — eh ?' 

* Bow — wow — wow,' in a highly excited state. 

* That is it. Ah 1 I see you know all about 
it. Where is it then ? Find it if you can.' 

I did not need to be twice told ; putting one 
paw on his shoulder, I popped the other into 
his pocket, and there, sure enough, I was cer- 
tain to find some dainty, put aside especially for 
myself, a renewed shaking of paws, followed 
sometimes by a kiss, and a * Now, old fellow, 
I must not waste my time playing with you. 
What will the master say ? And you would not 
like me to get into trouble, would you ?' 

A bark of assurance that nothing would be 
more painful to me, and off Robert would run, 
and in a few moments' time I would hear the 
clatter of his pony's hoofs as he cantered quickly 
down the lane. 

We were great friends Robert and I. In 
fact I am not quite sure whether in my heart I 
did not love him better than the fine ladies and 
gentlemen with whom I used to play in my mis- 
tress's drawing-room. However, when every- 
body was so kind to me, it is very ungracious 
to be drawing distinctions. My only wonder is 


that I did not get quite spoiled amongst them 
all, for no juvenile party ever seemed to be con- 
sidered complete unless I was invited to make 
one of the number. 

* But, cousin Kate, will he really sit quiet?' 
I heard a sweet young voice say, as one day, 
when a merry party were collected for tea, I 
walked into the room at the hour indicated in 
my note of invitation. 

* Nep, take a seat,' said my mistress. 

I mounted a chair, and sat looking at the 
company with what I intended for my most 
amiable expression. 

A shout of laughter greeted my performance ; 
certainly it was more genuine than well-bred. 

* Oh, Miss Roscoe, what will he do next ?' 
exclaimed half a dozen voices at once. 

'Wait and you will see. Will you like to 
invite him to have tea with you ? ' 

' Oh yes, so much, so very much.' 

' Well, we must just draw his chair up to the 
table. I do not think he can do that for him- 

I sat as still and as grim as a judge whilst 
my mistress moved my chair quite close to the 
table. And now there was a perfect group of 
little people round me, some patting me, and 
some making remarks on my conduct. 


* Come, come, chfldren,' said my mistress ; 
' you do not behave half so well as Neptune 
does ; take your places and sit still/ 

* Who is that large cup for ? ' asked one of 
the children. 

* That is Neptune's cup/ 

* Why, will Neptune have a cup of tea ? ' 

* Yes, he will indeed, if you will give it him/ 

* But will he not make a mess ?^ 

* He may spill a few drops perhaps/ 

* Shall I put these cakes out of his reach ? ' 

* Bow — wow — wow,' said I, very indignantly, 
for I could not bear such a slur on my honesty. 

* Put the plate back, Charlie. See, you have 
quite hurt Nep's feelings. He will not touch a 
thing on the table ; you need not be afraid.' 

' May I give him a cake ?' asked a sweet, 
pretty, fair-haired little girl. 

* Yes.' 

'Will he bite me?' 

* O dear no ! but you must hold the cake 
steadily, or he will not know what to do.' 

Out came the pretty little white hand, 
daintier even than the cake it held. I was just 
on the point of taking it, in what I flattered 
myself was my most gracious manner, when the 
little hand trembled, the child's face became 
suffused with crimson, the hand was suddenly 


withdrawn, and had I not made a violent snap, 
the cake would have fallen to the ground. 
Poor Lillie screamed. 

* Why, what have I done ?' thought I, as I 
look anxiously at my mistress. I flattered my- 
self I had behaved quite as a gentleman. I 
was grieved at my failure, but I did not really 
know in what my fault consisted. 

* My dear child, you are not hurt, you are 
only frightened,' said my mistress soothingly ; 
* you withdrew your hand just as Neptune was 
going to take the cake. He did not mean to 
snap. See, this is the way to give it him,* and 
breaking off a bit of cake, my mistress held it 
to my mouth, and I ate it up as gently as Lillie 
herself could have done. 

* Now you try again, and I will stand by 

Poor child, I felt quite sorry for her, she 
looked so frightened, and I held out a paw to 
show my sympathy with her feelings. 

'. See, he wants to make friends with you ; 
shake hands.' 

And the soft little hand came trembling into 
my paw. 

* Why, Lillie, what a goose you are,' said her 
brother ; * see, I can throw a bit of cake into 
his mouth.' 


And suiting the action to the word, off came 
a piece of cake right into my face, and in self- 
defence, what could I do but open my mouth, 
and snap it up, a shout of laughter greeting my 
successful catch. 

* Gently, James, gently,' said my mistress. 
' We do not have such rough play at tea-time. 
Lillie shall give Nep just one bit of cake, and 
then we will go on quietly with our meal. — 
Now Nep, be very gentle,' added my mistress, 
as poor Lillie once more nerved herself for the 
attempt. * 

I did my very best. I did not snap one bit ; 
I am sure I did not, but still I am afraid I did 
not succeed in quieting Lillie's agitation ; and 
although I tried to show my gratitude, both by 
voice and action, yet I knew the child was very 
glad when the ordeal was over, and she was 
allowed to run away and enjoy her tea in peace. 

There were others of the party, however, 
who did not at all participate in Lillie's fear, 
and the amusement of seeing me eat cake be- 
came so attractive, that it is fortunate for me 
my mistress -put a stop to the entertainment, or 
most decidedly the after consequences might 
have been serious. 

Tea finished, we all went out for a game of 
romps in the garden, the children highly de- 


lighted to find that I played at leap-frog as well 
as any one of them. There was no end to the 
leaps I was expected to take, and the higher I 
jumped the higher still did the merry little 
urchins insist upon my jumping. I think they 
would have played on all night long, had not 
my mistress called them into the house, telling 
them it was high time that a quiet game should 
be substituted for the noisy romping they found 
so attractive. 

* O but, cousin Kate,' — ' O but. Miss Roscoe,' 
exclaimed a chorus of little voices ; * we do so 
like to have Neptune to play with us. Do let 
us play a little longer, just a very little longer 
with Neptune.' 

* You may play with Neptune as long as you 
like,' replied my mistress ; * he will play with 
you quite as happily in the drawing-room as in 
the garden, and he is quite as ready to enter 
into a quiet amusement as to take part in your 
noisy romps.' 

' Why, what will he do ? what can he play 

' Shall we hide something, and make him 
find it r 

' Yes, that will be fun.' 

* Go out of the room, Nep.' 

I obeyed with a well-assumed air of calm 


indifference, but I sat myself down on the mat 
just outside the door, waiting with the greatest 
impatience the summons to re-enter the room. 

Presently I heard little feet pattering towards 
the door. 

* Oh, here he is, — look, look, he seems to 
understand all about it,' exclaimed the children, 
as I walked into the room and stood still, look- 
ing about me, as if waiting to be told what it 
was of which I was to go in search. 

* It is my pencil for which you are to look, 
Nep, — my pencil ?' said my mistress. 

I walked round the room once, the children 
all eagerly watching my every movement, then 
. I stopped before the rug, and began scratching. 

' No, Nep, wrong.^ 

I started once more ; this time I put my paw 
under the sofa. 

The children shouted with glee, as they 
watched my struggles to reach to the verj' 
furthest extremity under the sofa, and all in 

* No, Nep, wrong ; try again/ 

And now, once more, I poked my paw here, 
and poked my paw there, sniffing at stools, 
and sofa-pillows, till at length I came near to 
a large easy-chair. A shout of laughter, and 
clapping of hands made me feel I must be very 


close to my prize. With a bark of joy I jumped 
upon the chair, and pushing my paw down 
under the cushion, I drew out the pencil amidst 
the * bravos ! bravos ! he has found it ! he has 
found it !' of the delighted spectators. 

I was a proud, happy dog, as, with the pencil 
between my teeth, I looked up to my mistress, 
and laid it upon her lap, and then, with the 
most perfect ease and self-possession, I turned 
to receive the congratulations of the children, 
who crowded round me, patting, and kissing, 
and caressing me in every possible way. 

* I never saw such a dog,' said Charlie ; * why, 
I do believe he can do everything but speak/ 

' He can do even that,' said my mistress. 

* Oh, Miss Roscoe, th^t is coming it a little 
too strong,^ said Charlie, laughing. 

' Try him, — ask him what dogs say.' 

* What do dogs say, Nep ?' 

< Bow — wow — wow ; bow — wow — ^wow,' re- 
plied I. 

' Could any little boy or girl have given you 
a better answer ? ' asked my mistress. 

* Oh, that is a trick — a take-in,' said Charlie, 
colouring. * I call that too bad.' 

* Not at all,' replied my mistress ; * you asked 
a straightforward question, and you got a 
straightforward answer.' 


* But he would not answer every question as 
well, would he ?' 

' Perhaps not/ 

' Shall I ask him some more questions ?' 

* By all means ; he will understand every- 
thing you say to him. If you are equally clever, 
no doubt you will be able to understand his 

And so, with games, and fun, and bantering, 
the evening passes by, and then comes the time 
when the merry little party must separate, and 
as I accompany each group to the garden gate, 
I receive a parting pat or kiss, and an assur- 
ance from the children that they never did 
have such a pleasant party before, and that the 
next time they come, they do hope I shall be 
there to play with them again. And so with 
love and kindness I speed the parting guests, 
and then, nothing loath, turn into my kennel, 
rest my head upon my paws, and in thinking 
over the events of the evening, am soon fast 
asleep, dreaming of our pleasant plays and of 
my still pleasanter playfellows. 


BELIEVE I thought my dear mistress as 
nearly perfection as a human being 
could be. Still the very best of us 
are liable to err, and there was one 
point on which, I think, my mistress 
made a mistake. 
In her anxiety to protect me from undesir- 
able acquaintance, she would never give me 
permission to go out on my own account. Now 
such restraint as this is not good for human 
nature. I am sure it is not. I have seen too 
much of the misery that arises from drawing 
the rein too tight in early youth, not to have 
been convinced that those are the happiest 
families in which the young people are allowed 
a little wholesome liberty — not license, of course, 
but liberty, and they are two very different 
things, though, unfortunately, it is not every 
one that knows this. Now, what is bad for 


men is equally bad for dogs. It was quite 
impossible for me always to remain within 
bounds. There was a craving within me for 
companionship with my kind ; and had I been 
allowed a moderate amount of society, L have 
no doubt that I should have been content with 
such friends as my mistress would have chosen 
for me. But compelled to seek acquaintance 
on the sly, it must be confessed that my asso- 
ciates were not always of the most respect- 

There was one family with whom I was. 
especially intimate, who, I regret to say, sup- 
ported themselves almost entirely, as they said, 
by their wits, which, translated into plain Eng- 
lish, meant, I fear, by stealing. Now I know 
perfectly well that I ought to have had no sort 
of intercourse with such people. But there was 
something so fascinating to me in the excite- 
ment of their mode of life, the hairbreadth 
escapes that they incurred as they chased their 
prey through some of the most closely pre- 
served estates in the neighbourhood, that, I 
am free to confess, there was nothing that I 
enjoyed more than to escape from my own 
home and have a day's hunting with my friends. 

But whilst the taste of rabbit was sweet in 
my mouth, I must say the after flavour was 


often bitter enough, for, whenever my con- 
duct was discovered, I was sure to be severely 
punished. Now it was not the actual punish- 
ment which was so hard to bear, but I could 
not endure the sense of moral degradation ; 
and if on returning from one of my marauding 
excursions, I did but hear the sound of my 
mistress's voice, I would slink away to my 
kennel, only too anxious to get away and hide 
myself from observation. And yet, though I 
knew I was wrong, and despised myself for 
my weakness, yet I never heard any of the 
Mongrel family calling to me, and asking me 
to come out with them for a day's pleasuring, 
but I was all in a state of excitement and agi- 
tation till I could get away. 

I well remember one occasion when I thus 
yielded to temptation. 

There was a large party staying in the house. 
I knew I should be wanted, and should be 
missed if I was away ; but it was a splendid 
hunting morning, and the Mongrels had been 
unusually pressing. I had resisted their invi- 
tations for some time, but at length the plead- 
ing of the youngest Miss Mongrel was too 
much for me. She was a great favourite of 
mine, and when she assured me the day's hunt- 
ing would lose all its attraction if I was not 


present, it was too much for my powers of 
resistance, and, though somewhat unwillingly, 
I yielded and went with them. 
. I tried to reconcile my conduct to my con- 
science by promising myself I would only go 
for a very short time, and be home again long 
before I was missed or wanted. But amusing 
occupation and pleasant society make time 
pass very quickly, and the hours went by more 
speedily than I calculated. 

Our hunt was unusually successful, and when 
at length roused to a sense of the length of 
time I had been absent, I told my friends I 
must bid them goodbye and return, a general 
chorus of lamentation arose. 

* What ! would I not stay to dinner ?' 

* Oh ! you must stay and dine — you must 
indeed,' exclaimed first one and then the other. 

* And look,' said Miss Mongrel, * I have put 
aside all the tit-bits for you : surely you can- 
not resist them ?' 

* I could resist them, but I cannot resist your 

And so against my better judgment I sat 
myself down to dinner. 

We were just in the midst of our feast, when 
the sharp ring of a gun was heard in our im- 
mediate vicinity. In a moment we were all on 


the alert. We knew too well what it meant ; 
the keepers were abroad, and if we were dis- 
covered there was but one fate for us all. Out 
of love for my mistress it is possible indeed 
that they might spare me the igoiominious 
death of hanging ; but, after all, whether it is 
to be a bullet or a halter, it makes but little 
difference, to my way of thinking. I do not 
care to be shot for the honour of the thing. 
No wonder, therefore, that in the general rush 
for life which took place amongst all the mem- 
bers of our party, I did not so much as cast 
one parting glance either on the object of my 
affections or the remnants of our delicious feast, 
but bounding off under cover of some thick 
trees, I made as rapidly as possible for a neigh- 
bouring field which belonged to a friend of my 
mistress. Once I could but reach that field in 
safety I knew that my life would be spared, 
whatever other punishment might follow. 

I am not a coward. My greatest enemy 
would never venture to say that of me ; but I 
confess my heart beat fast and full as I heard 
close behind me the crash of the underwood as 
it gave way beneath the keeper's feet. I paused 
irresolute. Should I stay to be shot down like 
vermin, or should I plunge madly through the 
thicket, and take my chance of saJfety ? 


It was well for me I halted. Another step 
in advance, and my fate would have been sealed. 

My black coat saved me. Crouching down, 
as I was, the branches lying over me, for the 
moment the keeper did not see me, and biefore 
he had time to look my way again, his attention 
was attracted by the light hair of one of my 
companions, and turning sharp round he pur- 
sued the trail of my unfortunate friends, leaving 
me at liberty to return to my own home, thank- 
ful for my own escape, but saddened as I 
thought of the probable destiny of my com- 

Poor Minnie Mongrel I how my thoughts re- 
turned to her. I longed to know whether she 
at least was safe. Ah me ! it was well I did 
not know her end, or it would quite have un- 
fitted me for the duties which lay before me in 
my own home. There I knew I was being 
anxiously expected, to play with the children 
who were staying in the house, and it is hard 
work jumping with a heavy heart. It needs 
light spirits to make light heels. 

I am afraid, in my sorrow for Minnie, I had 
very much lost sight of the real gravity of my 
own offence. The nearer, however, I drew to 
my own home, the more vividly all the features 
of my misconduct presented themselves before 


me. Put what gloss I would upon my pro- 
ceedings, they would present themselves to me 
as unmistakably criminal. Plead as I would 
in self-defence that I was unduly kept in bond- 
age, the answer would return — * Vagabond and 
thief as you are, are not collar and chain neces- 
sary for such a reprobate.^' And struggle as 
I would against the sentence, I could not 
shake off the conviction that it was undeniably 

As I neared the house my sense of shame 
and sorrow became almost more than I could 
bear. What was I to do ? How was I to face 
the large party I knew would be assembled in 
the drawing-room ? and yet knowing that I 
should be wanted there, I did not dare go 
sneaking off alone into my kennel. Should I 
seek out my mistress, confess my fault, and ask 
her pardon ? But then, if she were to punish 
me in the presence of all her visitors, how ter- 
ribly degrading for me ! I felt I never should 
have the face to play with my little friends 
again. Should I put a bold front upon the 
matter, and, finding my way at once to the 
drawing-room, pretend that everything had 
gone on as usual, and that I had done nothing 

O dear, O dear, what should I do ? I was 



sore puzzled, and so like every one who lacks 
moral courage to do the right, and yet has too 
much principle to do the wrong, I entered 
upon the middle course, which satisfied neither 
principle, myself, nor my conscience. 

Dishevelled as I was with my day's adven- 
tures, it was actually necessary that I should 
make my toilette before I could present myself 
in society. On arriving at home, therefore, I 
went straight into the kitchen, and concealing 
my wretchedness and self-reproach under a 
manner of more than usual self-^importance, I 
imperatively desired Jane to brush my coat and 
wipe my paws. 

' Why, wherever has your lordship been ? ' 
asked Jane, as she looked in astonishment at 
my dirty and draggle-tailed appearance. 

* That is no affair of yours,' growled out I, in 
a manner that Was anything but polite. 

' Ay, but it is. Do you know what the mis- 
tress will say ?' 

* Yes, I know ; you hold your tongue,' barked 
I, as I put up a paw to be wiped. 

* Now, there is no use in your lordship being 
so cross. No good will come of these bad ways 
of yours. As my mistress says, " No use in 
asking pardon and going and doing it again." 
Some day the keepers will catch you, and then 


what a business it will be ! There will be no 
more forgiving then/ 

Poor Jane, she little knew how those words 
went to my heart * Ah/ thought I, * if you did 
but know how very nearly tiie keepers have 
caught me! It would be a pretty business 
indeed/ It was a sobering recollection, no 
doubt about it ; and so, abandoning the manner 
which, after all, was but assumed to impose upon 
my dear old friend, I stood quite still and 
quiet, whilst she brushed and combed my coat, 
and put me generally to rights. 

* There, you may go now ; your lordship looks 
like a gentleman now, that you do, every inch 
of you/ said Jane, standing back that she might 
see the full effect of her handiwork, and admire 
me quite at her ease.. ' Bless its heart ! I do 
not think there ever was such another dog, 
that I do not,' continued Jane, as with a kiss 
she dismissed me to the drawing-room. 

But my heart was too heavy with the recol- 
lection of the day's doings for praise to give me 
any satisfaction. In fact, I think it increased 
my sense of sorrow and humiliation, as I felt 
how little I had deserved it. 

Slowly and sadly I walked across the hall. 
The drawing-room door was standing open, 
and I heard the sound of merry voices all 


laughing and talking together. They grated 
painfully upon my ear, and I almost turned 
round and made off to my kennel. But then I 
thought — 

* Well, this meeting you, dread so much must 
come sooner or later. You will only make 
matters worse by postponing it. Better dare 
the worst. Let come what will, it will be the 
sooner over.' 

So putting my paw against the door I pushed 
it wide open and walked into the room. One 
glance sufficed to show me that my mistress 
was not amongst the party. So far I was safe ; 
and the delighted shouts with which the chil- 
dren welcomed me, convinced me that they at 
least bore me no malice for my absence from 
amongst them. 

There is something wonderfully infectious in 
the mirth of children, and it is hard to resist 
that clear, ringing laugh which tells of pure joy 
and a heart that knows no sin. I am sure I 
felt wretched enough when I walked into the 
room ; but in five minutes I was romping and 
gambolling as if I had never known a trouble 
in my life. 

We were in the midst of our play when my 
mistress came into the room. 

* Nep,' she said, * where have you been ?' 


Ah ! there were no m<Mie gambols for me now. 
Miserable and self-convicted I sneaked away 
into a comer, with my tail between my legs. 

' Oh, Cousin Kate ! Oh, Miss Roscoe ! What 
is the matter with Nep ? What have you said 
to Nep?' exdaimed half a dozen voices. 

' Conscience makes cowards of us all/ was my 
mistress's only answer. 

Alas and alas! I knew it too well. What 
would I not have given to have been able to 
brave it out, and not degrade myself as I 
was doing now in the presence of all my play^ 
fellows ? 

' Oh, may we not ask Nep to come and play 
with us ?' 

* Yes ; you may ask him.' 

And now from this one and from that came 
the most pressing entreaties ; — offers of cake ; 
offers of sweet biscuit ; everything they could 
think of to tempt me out of my comer. But 
what was cake to me, whOst my mistress's 
cold eye of vexation was upon me? Why, 
the tiniest crumbs would have choked me. I 
would not have touched cake or biscuit, or 
come out of my voluntary imprisonment without 
her permission ; no, not for all the good things 
the world could offer me. And as to play, — 
why, if she did not forgive me, I felt I would 

ver play again so long as the world stood. 


* Oh, Cousin Kate ! what shall we do ? He 
will not come.' 

' I did not think he would/ replied my mis- 
tress. ' He has done very wrong, and I am 
glad to find he has a clear sense of his fault.' 
' But do not you think he is sorry ? * 
' Very likely ; but if people do wrong it is 
not enough to be sorry ; they must suffer for 
their faults/ 

* But then when people are very sorry, very 
sorry indeed, you do forgive them, do you not, 
dear Cousin Kate ?' pleaded the sweet soft 
voice of my little favourite Lillie. 

' Yes, Lillie, if they are very sorry, and ask 
to be forgiven.' 

' Bow — ^wow — wow,' said I very gently from 
my corner. 

* There now. Cousin Kate ; do not you think 
he is asking to be forgiven ?' 

* Possibly. — Nep,' continued my mistress, * if 
you are very sorry for what you have done, you 
may come here.' 

Very slowly, and with my tail hanging down, 
I came and stood before her. 

* If you are very sorry, you may say so.' 
' Bow/ 

' Very sorry ? ' 

' Bow — wow.' 

' Then you may give me a paw/ 


I put my paw as tenderly as I could into her 

' Another.' 

I raised the other, in token of my penitence. 

* You may give me a kiss.' 

My heart beat for joy, and raising myself up 
on my hind-legs — oh, did I not take advantage 
of the permission ! — ^so full of gratitude was my 
heart, that I totally forgot that I was not alone 
with my mistress ; and it was not till I heard 
the delighted shouts of the children that I came 
to a recollection that it was necessary in public 
to restrain my joy. 

* There, Nep, you may run away and play 
now,' said my mistress; 'but remember you 
must never do anything so wrong again.' 

Oh, how eagerly I promised ! and at the 
moment it seemed to me that I should never 
again transgress. Alas ibr good resolutions 1 
How often I have heard my mistress say that 
there is but one strength that never fails. As 
often I have longed to know what that one 
strength might be. Ah, human beings ! it 
must be an awful responsibility for you if you 
know what that strength is, and yet refuse to 
avail yourselves of it in your hour of need. 
You boast of your wisdom. In this, at least, 
are you wiser than the brutes ? 


'T was a bright spring morning when my 
mistress, calling to me, told me to 
make haste and « get ready to go out 
with her for a walk. Now, as I wear 
the same coat all the year round, my pre- 
parations were not long in making. In- 
deed, I was ready long before my mistress, and 
standing before the door barked out a very 
impertinent suggestion, that it was she, not I, 
who had need to hasten. 

' Nep, Nep, be quiet. What a noise you do 
make ! ' was her first salutation. 

* Whose fault is that ?* barked I, as I bounded 
round her, scratching up the gravel in my eager 

* Nep, Nep, be gende. Look what mischief 
you are doing. What will John say? And 
that reminds me : I hear you have been run- 
ning over the new beds of peas. You must not 


do that again. You must not indeed. Here ; 
come here ; I wffl show you the marks of your 
great paws/ 

And taking me to the side of the newly-sown 
ground, I saw indeed, to my shame and grief, 
that I had been doing a vast amoont of uncon- 
scious mischief 

* No ; not again ; not again. Do you under- 
stand me, Neptune ?' 

I looked up in her fsuce with an expression 
which I meant should imply contrition for the 
past, and a promise of amendment for the 

* Was there ever such a dog !' exclaimed dear 
old Jane, who, having come into the garden to 
gather some parsley, had overheard our con-^ 
versation. 'Now, did I not tell you, ma'am, 
only this morning, that if you would but speak 
to his lordship I knew he would never do it 

' And how do you know he will never do it 
again ?' asked my mistress laughingly. 

' Why, bless him ! you have only got to look 
in his face, and you will see he means to keep 
his word/ 

' Ah, well, Jane, you always had a gift for 
reading countenances ! Now, Neptune, we 
must go for our walk/ 


As we turned out of the plantations I knew 
we were going towards the sea, and my delight 
was unbounded. It was some time since I 
had had a good swim ; and this was the day 
of all days for enjoying the water. So I went 
jumping and springing about, by no means 
keeping close to my mistress's side, as a well- 
conducted dog ought most assuredly to behave 

However, she was too kind to check what 
was, after all, the mere innocent exuberance of 
animal spirits. In fact, I think my enjoyment 
was an amusement to her, rather than other- 

Ah ! how littte I thought, as I bounded along 
so gaily, that a few hours more and my beloved 
mistress and myself might be parted for ever- 
more. It is well for us, indeed, that we do not 
know the future, or, depend upon it, we should 
have but litde happiness in the present. 

After several small delays, caused by visits 
which my mistress had to pay at several of the 
poor people's cottages — delays which I cannot 
say I submitted to very patiently, — we at length 
arrived on the sea-shore. Oh ! how lovely the 
sea looked, glittering in the bright sunlight, as 
the waves, tipped with silver foam, came bound- 
ing along from the far distance, leaving their 


bright track of light behind them; and then 
as they neared the shore, worn out apparently 
by their long travel, they broke with low, soft 
sounding murmur upon the beach. 

Just as we reached the shore, two little girls 
who, with their maid, were hunting for shells 
upon the sands, ran eagerly to meet us. 

' Oh, Miss Roscoe ! how glad we are to see 
you and Nep. He will want a swim, will he 

^Yes, he will indeed. He has been wild 
with delight at the thought of it, ever since he 
found out I was coming to the sea-shore.' 

^And may I not throw the stick into the 
sea ?' asked Emily, one of the children. 

* Yes, if you like you may ; but I do not 
think you will be able to throw it far enough.' 

* Oh ! let me try.' 

* Try, by all means.' 

Taking the stick, Emily ran to the very 
edge of the water, I jumping and barking by 
her side. 

With all her little strength she threw the 
stick. It fell, just within tHe curl of the first 
wave. In my impatience I had dashed into 
the water far beyond the object of my search, 
and was obliged to turn immediately from my 
delicious bath, and, taking the stick in my 


mouth, paddled back somewhat ignominiously 
to shore. So disgusted was I that I did not 
even think it worth while to shake myself, but, 
dripping as I was, I rubbed by Emily, and 
taking the stick straight up to my mistress, I 
laid it down at her feet, and looking up in her 
face I barked out my request that this time 
she would not allow me again to be cheated, 
but would throw the stick for me herself. 

*Very well, Nep; I will throw it for you» 
Now then ; now. Once — twice — thrice — and 

I heard the stick whiz through the air, and 
plunged madly after it into the sea. 

The first wave passed well under me. I rose 
with the second, and looked round for the stick. 
It was nowhere to be seen. It must be still 
ahead of me. Again I breasted the coming 
wave ; again I rose upon its crest ; again I 
looked round me ; again I could see nothing of 
the stick. Quite undaunted, I prepared for a 
third — a fourth attempt. 

And now, why, what was the strange feeling 
coming over me ? — an unknown power seemed 
to have taken possession of me, and was waft- 
ing me out straight away into the broad ocean, 
without my having power or force to check or 
stay myself. 


' Come back, Neptune, come back/ I heard 
my mistress cry from the shore. 

Come back ! O how willingly would I have 
obeyed the summons ; but there was a stronger 
will than my own urging me on, on, on, ever 
and still ever on. 

And now the waves grew higher, and the 
foam came beating in my eyes. Terror seemed 
to lend me fresh strength, and I struck out 
bravely against the billows, but every wave 
that passed under me carried away so much of 
life and energy. A strange sick qualm over- 
powered me, my pulses trembled, my heart felt 
full and bursting. Oh, in that moment what 
strange recollections of the past came over me ! 
Never had life seemed so delightful as now, 
just when I was on the point of losing it, — 
never had I loved my mistress so devotedly as 
now, when I thought that I should never, never 
see her more. 

It was just at this moment, when, hope all 
but extinguished, I had given myself up for 
lost, that the rolling on of a wave carried 
me upwards to the crest of the succeeding 
billow, and turning my head in the faint hope 
of catching one parting glimpse of my beloved 
mistress, I heard a cry of anguish, such exceed- 
ing anguish, that forgetting all my own suffer- 


ings, I could think only of her misery, for misery 
I knew it would be to her to see me perish 
thus miserably before her eyes, without having 
the power to put forth a hand to save me. 

To those who love deeply, that love for 
another is a far stronger motive power than 
love of self. My devotion to my beloved friend 
gave me a strength that was supernatural, and 
turning my head quickly towards the shore, I 
saw my mistress running at the very extent of 
her speed in the direction contrary to that in 
which I was being carried along, and waving 
her handkerchief incessantly to me to follow. 

Desperately, madly, I struggled with the 
waters. Yes, oh yes, surely I am following in 
her track. Yes, now, again, I am nearer, 
nearer, — I can hear her voice of encourage- 
ment, I can hear her bidding me keep a good 
heart yet, — that the danger is well-nigh over, — 
a few strokes more, a few bold, brave strokes, 
and the current will turn, and I shall be borne 
back to shore. 

A few strokes more — ah ! but can I struggle 
longer ? The effort of each stroke is so painful, 
that I could almost wish that the next wave 
might submerge me, and leave me in quiet and 
in peace. 

If it had not been for the thought of the 


agony my mistress was enduring, itothing could 
have induced me to continue the fearfully un- 
equal struggle. But oh, any pain for myself, 
so that I might spare her suffering ; and so once 
again nerving myself for the battle, I put all 
my remaining energy into this, which I felt 
must be my last, last chance for my life. 

How long a time passed now I know not, to 
me it seemed a lifetime in itself, and then came 
over me a sense of stillness in the water, of rest, 
of quiet drifting onwards, — then my feet felt 
there was solid ground beneath them. I tried 
to rise, staggered, fell forward, was conscious 
that there was an arm around me drawing me 
to shore, and then a film came over my sight, 
I seemed to fall asleep, and I knew no more. 

I awoke with a strange tingling sensation- 
running through my whole body. My mistress 
and the nurse were rubbing me, — the two little 
girls were looking on with faces of the deepest 
sympathy and compassion. 

I tried to raise a paw, but I was too weak, 
and it fell down beside me on the sand. 

* Never mind, Nep, never mind, dear Nep, 
you will soon be better. It is all over now. 
You are quite safe> quite safe, my own dear, 
dear old dog.' 

And burying her head on my shoulder, I 


have a shrewd suspicion that my mistress was 
giving way to a burst of tears, of which she did 
not wish that others beside myself should be 

Softly, very softly, I licked the hand which 
came within my reach. It was the only way 
left to me of showing my love and gratitude. 

* Ah, Nep 1 we have both great cause for 
thankfulness,' said my mistress, as some hours 
later in the day she stood by the side of my 
own cosy bed at home — made doubly cosy by 
old Jane's loving care and thoughtfulness, — and 
watched me eating the delicious meal which the 
dear old woman had made so hot and tempting. 
* Great cause for thankfulness,' she repeated. * I 
wish I could think you were thankful as I am, 

* And so I am,' thought I. But how could I 
tell her so ? Different people have different 
ways of showing thankfulness. Let us judge 
leniently the one of the other. If the gratitude 
is only true, honest, and sincere, depend upon 
it that is the grand point which will be taken 
into consideration. 

One thing at least I may positively affirm : 
there was that night no happier or more peace- 
ful dog in England than myself. 



^IB^UT although I had been so wonderfully 
"J 1^^ saved from a dreadful death, yet the 
. ''j^^# effect of my struggle with the waves 
'ii^-&' told very injuriously upon my con- 
'^^ stitution, and gradually a painful dis- 
^ order began to manifest itself, in the 
shape of a hard swelling which formed over my 
right eyebrow, and which, as it increased in 
size, pressed down upon the eye itself, interfer- 
ing with my sight, and giving me both pain and 

Nor was it only the positive suffering I was 
called upon to endure that made the ill so try- 
ing : it interfered with every occupation of my 
daily life. I could no longer be the same useful 
companion to my mistress at home, for I could 
not see to do the things she required of me. I 
did not care to go out with her in her walks, 
for the sunshine dazzled me, and the wind and 


the dust increased the malady from which I was 

I tried to be patient, but I fear I was not 
altogether successful ; and many and many a 
time, as I drew myself back into the darkest 
corner of my kennel, was I tempted to wish 
that the waves had swallowed me up on the 
day of my fatal combat with them, rather than 
have left me the poor maimed creature that I 

Ah ! I know how ungrateful were such 
thoughts, and deeply do I regret that I should 
have given way to them. I have learned by 
experience that trial, rightly understood, is after 
all but a blessing in disguise. 

It was one day, when, with my head resting 
on my paw, so that my eye might be sheltered 
from the light, I was meditating philosophically 
enough on the cause and effect of suffering, 
that I saw my mistress and Jane coming up to 
me, both of them looking grave and anxious. 

' It must be done, Jane,' said my mistress ; 
* so there is no use in saying more about the 

* Well, ma'am, I think you will be over- 
exciting his lordship. Why, ma'am, if his' lord- 
ship does but see me take his muzzle down to 
dust it, he will fly at me ; and if I did not put 


it down at once, why, he would tear it out of 
my hand ; and to put it on, now that he is so 
weak and ill, is an offence he will never put up 

' Ah, Jane ! he must learn to put up with 
affronts, like his betters. We must have the 
tumour cut out, and Mr. Danvers will not per- 
form the operation if the dog is not muzzled ; 
so we have no choice in the matter. Now, 
Nep, be a sensible good dog, and let me put on 
your muzzle quietly.' 

But this was the one point on which I was 
not at all disposed to submit, even to my mis- 
tress. Why was I to be treated like a fool, as 
if I could not hold my mouth still without that 
nasty thing over it ? Oh, worse still ! Why 
was I suspected of being a knave, who must 
be violently held back from doing a mischief ? 
and surely I was old enough, and wise enough, 
and good enough, to be trusted. 

As I growled out these sentiments in unmis- 
takable language, there was a sound of carriage- 
wheels stopping at the door. 

* Now, Nep,' said my mistress, as she laid 
her hand caressingly upon my head, * leave off 
making that horrible noise. Here is Mr. 
Danvers come to help you to get rid of your 
nasty painful companion, and you must be a 


dear good dog, and submit to everything you 
are told without a murmur. Come, Nep, for 
my sake/ 

How could I resist such an appeal ? In a 
moment the muzzle was safely fastened over my 
nose, and with a sigh I submitted to my fate. 

It was with an undefined feeling of dread 
that I saw Mr. Danvers come up to my side. 
My confidence, however, was greatly restored, 
when r heard my mistress say — 

* Now, be quite still, dear Nep, and I will 
hold your head.' 

I did try to be still ; quite still. 

One moment of awful suspense, a thrill of 
intense agony, and then, oh what inexpressible 
relief! the weight gone, my sight restored! 
Was the burden which for weeks had been 
pressing so heavily on my spirits indeed re- 
moved ? Should I indeed be free and active 
as of old ? 

My convalescence was not indeed so rapid 
as, in the first moment of relief, I had antici- 
pated. Still, although I was called upon to 
endure a good deal from the touching of the 
wound with some stuff that always caused it to 
ache and throb most horribly, yet every day 
there was some improvement upon the pre- 
ceding one, and in a very short space of timQ 

ii8 nkptune; the autobiography 

I was able to run about, and return to all my 
former habits. 

My joy may be easily imagined. Never had 
I seemed to enjoy life as now, when I was 
returning to its occupations after my enforced 
seclusion. Never had the sunshine seemed so 
bright, the air so clear, the g^ss so soft, the 
flowers so beautiful. Never had I heard the 
birds sing so sweetly; never had I seen all 
nature so fruitful of enjoyment as now, when I 
came out from my darkened kennel, restored to 
health and happiness. 

Ah ! it was worth the pain to know the plea- 

For a while all went well, and by increased 
docility and obedience I endeavoured to show 
that I had profited by lessons learned in the 
sick-room. Gradually, however, I became con- 
scious that the shadow which had so darkened 
the brightness of my daily life was returning. 
A sense of weight again came over me ; a dim- 
ness passed across my sight, the meaning of 
which I understood only too well. In spite of 
myself my spirits flagged. Still, I struggled 
dogfuUy against the depression. I told myself 
that I must profit by past experience. Had I 
not been relieved once ? and when the right 
time came should I not be relieved again ? 


And if I had to endure pain — why, I would 
look on through the trouble to the peace and 
joy that would afterwards ensue. 

And so, though I know I ought not to praise 
myself, yet I think I did manage to bear my 
troubles pretty bravely. 

As to dear old Jane, there was no end to the 
praises she showered upon me. In fact, they 
became at last quite humiliating to me, so much 
were they in excess of that which I knew that 
I deserved. 

I was making up my mind to another visit 
from Mr. Dan vers, and was summoning up all 
my resolution to have the dreaded muzzle put 
on without any resistance, when one morning 
my mistress called me into her sitting-room. 

There, on a table by the side of a sofa, I saw 
a sponge, towels, and a basin of cold water. 

* Hallo ! ' thought I, * I know what is in the 
wind now ; but where is Mr. Danvers ? ' And 
I looked suspiciously round the room. 

* No, Nep, we are quite alone,' said my mis- 
tress. * I did not see why I could not operate 
just as well as Mr. Danvers. And then you 
need not have your muzzle on ; and you will 
like that, I know.' 

Yes, I liked that ; but I was not equally 
sure whether for the rest I should not have 


preferred Mr. Danvers to my mistress. I knew 
what he could do; I was not equally sure of 
her powers. Still, when she told me to get on 
the sofa, I did not hesitate for a minute, but 
placing myself as she directed, I laid my head 
back on a pillow which she had placed com- 
fortably for this purpose. 

* Now, Nep, be still, very still,' she said, as 
she knelt down by my side. 

I obeyed, implicitly I obeyed. Alas! my 
nerve was stronger than my mistress's. Just 
at the most critical point her hand trembled, 
and refused to do its office ; and, after intense 
suffering, I did not need her exclamation of 
'Oh, Nep, it .must all be done over again,' to 
know that the operation had been a complete 
failure ; and, sad and weary, disheartened and 
in pain, I sought out my bed, and there endea- 
voured to forget my misery in sleep. 

My poor dear mistress, I do believe she suf- 
fered more than I did. And when I saw her 
next, I was so touched by her expressions of 
loving sympathy and bitter self-reproach, that 
I determined not even to let a moan escape my 
lips, but to appear cheerful in her presence, let 
my feelings be what they would. I got my 
reward, for I do believe that, if it were possible, 
she loved me even better than before. 


A few days passed away, and once again she 
invited me into that morning room. I confess 
that I had my suspicions as to what was to be 
the nature of the interview. Still with that 
unbounded confidence which characterized all 
my intercourse with my mistress, I did not for 
a moment hesitate about accepting the invita- 
tion, but calmly followed her into the room. 

She closed the door, then called me to the 
window, towards which the sofa had been drawn 
close. On a table stood the basin, hot water, 
the sponge and towels ; at the sight of all this 
apparatus standing ready I knew in an instant 
the fate that was before me — once I had endured 
the agony ; but no, not all my love for my mis- 
tress could make me go through such an ordeal 
again. If the tumour was to be removed at 
all, it must be by some more experienced hand, 
and in a paroxysm of terror I turned away, and 
bounded against the door, shaking it eagerly 
in my vain efforts to escape. But it was too 
firmly secured. In the madness of my despair I 
tore up the carpet, as I howled in very misery — 

* Let me go, let me go, let me go.' 

Up to this point my mistress seemed to have 
been too much amazed at my frantic perform- 
ances to be able to make up her mind how 
best to act under the circumstances. Now, 


however, she seemed quite to have taken her 
resolve. Stepping up to my side, with a calm 
firm step, she laid one hand upon my head, with 
the other she touched the door-handle. 

* Nep,' she said very quietly, * leave oflF tear- 
ing up the carpet, and listen to me/ 

In spite of myself I obeyed. 

* Neptune,' she continued, * ycru want to go.' 

* Yes,' said I, * of course I do.' 

* Well, now mind me, you shall go if you like,* 
and she opened the door. * But, Neptune, if 
you love me do not go, do not go — there is a 
dear good dog.' 

What should I do? There was the door 
open before me. I had nothing to do but to 
walk out And yet I could not hear her speak 
in those soft entreating tones, and leave her. 

She saw my hesitation, and continued, — 
* Neptune, you must know I would not do you 
any harm. Come with me. Indeed, indeed, 
it is for the best. Trust to me ; be a good dog 
and come.' 

I looked up wistfully in her face. Her eyes 
were quite full of tears, and she looked so good 
and kind and sweet, I had not the heart to say 
her nay. I trembled in every nerve. The 
thought of the agony I must suffer was almost 
niore than I could bear; but love triumphed 


over that fear of pain, and with one long- 
drawn sigh I turned back, walked to the sofa, 
and laid my head upon the pillow. 

My mistress knelt beside me ; she passed one 
arm round my neck, whilst with her right hand 
she took up the instrument. Her hand came 
very near my lips — what could I do but kiss it, 
in token that, let come what would, I at least 
would bear no malice ? 

* O Nep, Nep,' exclaimed my dear mistress, 
to my surprise quite overcome by this to me 
most simple and natural act. * You must not 
be so loving now. I want all my nerve and all 
my steadiness; you must not upset me just 
at the very moment when I most require to be 
firm. Lie back, dear Nep, and be steady, 
steady, very steady.' 

I quite understood, and I lay back, so still 
I do not think I even moved a muscle. One 
moment, one sharp pang, and then, oh joy of 
joys, I knew that all was over — ay, and well 
over too, no surgeon in the land could have 
done the work more skilfully ! 

I sprang from the sofa, and I jumped and 
barked in the very exuberance of my glee, till 
first Mrs. Roscoe, and then Jane, and then Mary, 
all came to see what could possibly be the 
matter ; and I do not know who got the most 


warm congratulations, my mistress for her skill, 
or I for my heroism, as dear old Jane was never 
tired of calling it — for every one was so delighted 
with my present courage, that no one thought 
of blaming me for my previous cowardice, and 
of course, as they took no notice of it, I did not 
feel it necessary to recall it to their memory. 

Let well alone. It is a principle I have acted 
upon very generally in later years, and a very 
good principle of action I have found it. I can 
therefore safely recommend it to my friends. 

Let me not be accused of flippancy in speak- 
ing thus lightly of a moment in which many 
will possibly think I ought to have experienced 
nothing but calm and quiet gratitude; but the 
truth is, natures are so different that it is im- 
possible we can judge for each other how our 
gratitude may be best expressed. For myself, 
I am free to confess it took the form of wild 
excitement. There was no absurdity of which 
in my abounding joy I could not have been 
guilty. In fact, my conduct bore only too plain 
evidence to this fact, for no sooner had my mis- 
tress finished bathing my eye, than seizing upon 
the sponge she had been using, as if that had 
been the cause of my torture, I tore it into a 
thousand fragments — and truly a greater absur- 
dity than this could hardly be imagined. 


Ah, dear me ! we are all strange creatures, 
and make strange blunders. We ill-treat our 
best friends, and we take our worst enemies to 
our heart. 

But stay, I must not moralize, or I shall be 
told it is a sure symptom of the presence of a 
more incurable disease than that from which 
my mistress's skill had just set me free. 




ND SO indeed it is. 

Old age is coining on. 
i/^^f^M. It i^ ti^^ ^3' ^<^'' some time after 
"^ ' "^ the removal of the tiunour, the relief 
I felt from the absence of pain and in- 
convenience gave a temporary fillip to 
my constitution. Once more my spirits rose 
elastic, and for a while I seemed like my former 
active, ag^le self But it was only as the fitful 
brightness of a late autumn day, which makes 
the dark, cold blackness of the coming winter 
seem gloomier even than its wont. 

And yet I am very wrong to speak of old 
age in such sad terms. Better turn from the 
thought of failing powers ; better banish the 
recollection of insults offered by my own kith 
and kin to the dog who had no longer the power 
to defend himself — very painful, but doubtless 


very useful lessons ; better forget the pleasures 
which belong to youth, and dwell upon the 
many blessings and mercies which are granted 
to old age. 

Let me think of all the love and all the kind- 
ness which surrounds me with comforts. What 
if I cannot run and jump as of yore ? Well 
then, my bed is made all the softer for me. 
What if I can no longer bite hard bones ? 
Well then, the daintier meal is got ready to 
tempt my failing appetite. 

Ah me ! how wrong to think about my trials, 
when loving friends encompass me with kind- 
ness on every side. 

' Old age dark and drear ! ' From the bottom 
of my heart do I recall the words. No ; rather 
is it a time for quiet thought and calm repose. 
So may it be happy in itself, and by the ex- 
ample it holds forth become a source of blessing 
unto others. 

And now to all who have accompanied me 
thus far upon my earthly pilgrimage, I bid, most 
heartily, farewell, begging one parting favour 
at their hands. 

If in reading this, my true story, they have 
been struck with the great benefits, both morally 
and intellectually, which a beast may receive in 
kindly intercourse with man, will they be per- 


suaded to cultivate the good feeling, the saga- 
city, the intelligence of all the animals with 
whom they are thrown in contact; and will 
they, as far as they can, persuade others to do 
likewise ? 

Depend upon it, animals may be raised or 
brutalized far more than people are in general 
the least aware. A little kindness and a little 
care, and men may ennoble and brighten the 
existence of a whole class of living beings, com- 
ing from the hand of the same compassionate 
Creator as themselves ; and rely upon it, it is not 
only the creatures who will benefit, — a, blessing 
will come back in abundance upon the men. 

And that all who read this little story may be 
happy in life as I have been, honoured in old 
age as I am now, is my most earnest, fervent 
wish ; and to attain this end, I would say, be 
honest, brave, and true ; pass by affronts ; re- 
member kindness ; look ever upward to your 
Master — onward to his promised reward ; write 
your troubles in the sand, engrave your bless- 
ings on your heart. Farewell ! 






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My Grandmother's Budget 

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Funny Fables for Little Folks. 

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The Children's Pic Nic, 

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The Careless Chicken ; 

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Funny Leaves for the Younger Branches. 

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The Remarkable History of the House that Jack 

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** Ma^ificent in suggestion, ai*d most comical in expression I " — Athetueum, 

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Sunday Evenings with Sophia ; 

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The Wonders of Home, in Eleven Stories. 

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Tales from Catland ; 

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Scenes of Animal Life and Character. 

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Playing at Settlers; 

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Fanny and her Mamma ; 

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Scripture Histories for Little Children. 

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Contents. — The History of Joseph — ^History of Moses— History of our 
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The Family Bible Newly Opened ; 

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Good in Everything ; 

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1. THE ESKDALE HERD BOY. By Lady Stoddart. 

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6. THE SCOTTISH ORPHANS. By Lady Stoddart. 





NATURE. By Mrs. Trimmer. 

10. RIGHT AND WRONG. By the Author of " Always Hafpy." 

11. HARRY'S HOLIDAY. By Jefperts Taylor. 


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Glimpses of Nature ; 

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The Day of a Baby Boy ; 

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cloth; Sa. 6d. coloured, gilt edges. 
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Stories of Julian and his Playfellows, 

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The Nine Lives of a Cat ; 

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Anecdotes of Kings, 

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